Inside a brightly lit room, Liu Yu sat with a grim expression on his face, holding an imperial edict so tightly with his hands that the material was creasing beneath his fingers.

"What is it, Your Excellency?" a black-robed middle-aged man in the room asked with furrowed brows.

This was a room that was around 100 square meters in area with incense burners fashioned in the form of cranes giving off a faint fragrance. At this moment, the doors of the room were tightly shut, and different types of fruits and intricate snacks had been carefully arranged on the eight immortal table at the center of the room. Including Liu Yu, there were four men seated around the table.

They were Chu Linh Thạch, Thẩm Điền Tử, and Vương Trấn Ác.

"Take a look for yourself." Liu Yu tossed the imperial edict onto the table like a dirty rag, causing the jade plates that were carrying the fruits and snacks to clatter loudly. Chu Linh Thạch raised an eyebrow as he took the imperial edict before taking a look, upon which a grim look also appeared on his face.

"What does it say?" Thẩm Điền Tử and Vương Trấn Ác asked in unison.

However, Chu Linh Thạch offered no reply. Instead, he picked up his teacup with tightly furrowed brows before...