At the moment their group appeared in the hall, all sounds vanished, every trace of conversation disappeared without a trace.
Jianxiong, standing with a wine glass in the hall, felt a surge of relief upon seeing the newcomers.
All around were men and women in uniform black attire, and seated at the head was the Empress whom Su Mo had met once before.
The last time, in the Demon Cage, she hadn't observed the woman carefully, but now, if one disregarded the eerie tattoos on her face, she appeared to be a well-preserved woman nearing forty.
By Su Mo's side, Jiang Yulian was visibly excited because the woman seated on the throne was holding a child in her arms, Jiang Zhuoyang.
Su Mo discretely grasped her hand.
Jiang Yulian forced herself to look away and calm down.
