In the night, more than twenty people sat in a cliff cave with many oil lamps lit.

On the cave’s highest platform was a golden chair. Even though it wasn’t gold but bronze, because of its size, it still seemed extremely imposing.

Below this large chair were two rows of large black iron chairs. Regardless of whether it was the large gold chair or the black iron chair, there were long curtains hanging down, giving this cave more of a deep level feeling, at the same time formlessly giving it a type of shrine-like solemn and heavy aura.

On the great golden chair was a dark green robed, black jade crowned middle-aged man with a ruthless and grim appearance.

Several halts ago, the twenty or so individuals seated on the large black iron chairs below him already entered an intense conflict over a certain matter. Now, this intense arguing not only didn’t stop, it instead seemed to have gotten worse. The entire cave was rumbling with noise, the curtains even moving slightly as if affected by these voices.

The middle-aged man was always watching this with the detached eye of a bystander from several halts ago. Only at this time did a hint of a cold smile appear on his face.

“Just what are you all scared of?”

He spoke up, saying with mockery, “Just a letter advising for surrender,...