685 Sigh

The people under the gazebo belonged to superior leagues, but their words spread through the roof, reaching the soldiers' ears. Many Thilku froze when Lord Rsi mentioned the Emperor, and their stern expressions couldn't hide their restless mana.

Similar reactions unfolded under the gazebo. Onp held back a cough when he heard that name, and deep respect filled Lord Exr's mana. The sole mention of the Emperor could make any Thilku bow in respect.

Khan didn't need the symphony to tell him how serious the situation was. He could deal with soldiers and Lords, but the Emperor's name carried too much power. He was nothing more than an ant before it.

Nevertheless, Khan didn't wallow in fear nor jump to formal apologies. His actions had stirred displeasure inside the Empire, but he had paid a heavy price for them. His shoulders now carried the weight of genocide, and the Thilku even wanted to disrespect him for that.