Wan Dingtian emerged from the Ziwei Hall and suddenly felt his body relax, a sense of indescribable ease washing over him.
His body had been tense all the while before, instinctively sensing a threat, until now, having left the Ziwei Hall, he could finally relax.
And that threat did not come from the Emperor. The Emperor was too powerful, so much so that Wan Dingtian couldn't even perceive the threat, and considering he was a confidante of the Emperor, he did not believe the Emperor would harm him.
The real threat began after Bu Yusheng entered the hall, originating from the small dog in Bu Yusheng's arms.
"At least fifth-rank..."
A sense of absurdity surfaced in Wan Dingtian's mind.
Even a dog had reached fifth-rank, the world was indeed strange.
At the same time, this also heightened Wan Dingtian's eagerness for promotion.
