In the resplendent and opulent hall, a pair of black boots stepped on the throne as their owner, a handsome man in pure black clothes, looked condescendingly at the person below. The spacious hall was full of blood, and a man in a gorgeous golden dragon robe fell onto the floor in humiliation as he sternly yelled at the man above, “Bastard son! Are you going to murder your father and mother?!”
Next to this person was a woman in a luxurious brocade dress lying on her stomach, unmoving, either dead or unconscious.