By comparison, Li Zili himself was far more composed.
He was a Grandmaster-level Martial Artist to begin with, rising from the grassroots to claim the imperial throne. His temperament and courage were beyond the reach of ordinary men.
If Wang Chen truly meant Li Zili harm, then let alone Li Zili himself, even several Innate Grandmasters lying in ambush nearby would be utterly unable to stop him.
And although Wang Chen showed no particular respect for Li Zili, the Emperor of Great Wei, he clearly harbored no malice either.
The former was like an old friend who, after many years apart, had suddenly come calling.
Wang Chen nodded. "Not bad."
"Zhen'er, let me introduce you. This is the current Son of Heaven of Great Wei. You may call him Uncle Li."
Wang Zhenzhen performed a gracious bow. "Zhen'er greets Uncle Li."
"Hello."
Li Zili did not put on the airs of His Majesty the Emperor either. He said gently, "I never expected the Grandmaster's daughter to be so grown already. Have you been promised to anyone?"
Wang Zhenzhen shyly shook her head.
Li Zili laughed heartily. "That makes sense. How many people in this world could possibly be worthy of you?"
His eyesight was naturally keen. He could tell that although Wang Zhenzhen was young, she had already reached the cultivation realm of an Innate Grandmaster.
At this moment, His Majesty the Emperor was nowhere near as calm and composed as he appeared on the surface!
"Someone, bring seats!"
Li Zili was, after all, an emperor of great talent and broad vision. He immediately suppressed the turbulence in his heart and began entertaining Wang Chen and Wang Zhenzhen as the host.
Not only did he instruct the old eunuch to prepare a banquet in the imperial kitchen, he also had