The figure on the throne opened his eyes, a dark light flashed and disappeared.
He was a human twisted by the rules of the Divine Dao into an obsidian-like three-headed black snake, yet he did not appear abrupt, blending extremely well, distinctly different from all other human beings.
"Is the Human Dao Fortune giving him forewarnings?"
"Once again, so dull and uninteresting."
King Zheng's voice was cold and hoarse, like a snake's tongue flicking, accompanied by a hissing sound: "How many years has it been, it never changes, time and time again."
"Can you solve it?"
He said coldly.
"Your servant can solve it, Your Highness."
The half-human, half-eagle woman shivered slightly: "Our people are planted throughout the Great Tu Dynasty and can completely control this nation, King Tu cannot cause upheaval."
"Please wait a few more years, Your Highness."
