It was as if a typhoon was passing through the Qianqing Palace.
The standing lamp fell over, the porcelain cup shattered, and the memorials were scattered all over the floor.
A pen holder carved with a green dragon descending from the sea fell off the jade steps, and rolled along the stone bricks to the corner of the wall, leaving two cracks before it stopped.
Zhu Houzhao was still not satisfied, so he grabbed a palm-sized three-legged bronze tripod and smashed it towards the Panlong Pillar.
With a bang, the bronze tripod fell over, the incense ashes fell, and a cloud of smoke rose in an instant.
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