Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 20
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 34: New Map! The Underground Sewer and Slime!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 623: Old Friend From Younger Days
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3830: Traversing Through Outer Space
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
A spring rain began to fall silently without any warning, starting from last night until early morning. By then, the entire Divine Capital had become damp. This was not the first spring rain of the Great Liang Dynasty, so nobody paid it much heed. However, for no reason, as the various officials of the Divine Capital hurried to the imperial city for a court session, news came from the palace that the court session would be suspended for the day, without any explanation. This unexpected announcement set the minds of the court officials abuzz with speculation.
Upon learning that court would not convene that day, the Grand Historian turned and headed to the duty room adjacent to the imperial city, where the Premier was stationed today.
Arriving at the duty room, after asking someone to report his arrival, the Grand Historian stood on the steps, gazing thoughtfully while looking at the spring rain.
Before long, an official from the duty room came to welcome the Grand Historian inside. There, the Grand Historian saw the Premier currently seated by a small stove, warming himself by the fire.
Seeing the Grand Historian enter, the Premier poured him a cup of hot tea and lamented, "This spring rain makes it feel like we've returned to early winter in the blink of an eye. It's really cold."
As soon as the Grand Historian sat down, he got straight to the point and asked, "Why isn't there a court session today?"
The Premier smiled and looked somewhat oddly at his old friend, then asked, "What makes you think I would know?"
The Grand Historian said crossly, "You're the Premier. If you don't know, who else would?"
The Premier took a sip of hot tea, feeling the warmth slowly circulating through his body. Then he said, "After serving as an official in the court for so many years, you still don't understand. We subjects are not regarded as highly as those martial artists in the eyes of His Majesty, let alone be considered his right-hand men. There's no chance for us to hear any discussions spoken in confidence. In the Great
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