"Summon Master Bao Wen."
Li Wei's eyes flickered as he finally spoke.
"At once."
The little eunuch departed.
A full hour passed before an old monk with a benevolent face slowly walked into the Imperial Study. His back was ramrod straight, and he showed no intention of kneeling.
"Your Majesty, did you have a reason for summoning this old monk?"
Seeing the Xuankong Temple monk's demeanor, Li Wei grew even more displeased, but he maintained a humble facade.
Although the Li Imperial Race was still powerful, they were fractured and divided. As a result, the Imperial Race faction backing Li Wei was no match for Xuankong Temple and the Zhengyang Sect. While he wasn't a complete puppet, it was difficult for him to push back against the immense pressure from the two major sects.
Moreover, he no longer had the blessing of fate and was just an ordinary Mingxin Martial Artist. He had no right to speak before a Divinity Grandmaster.
