Xihe Emperor had gone to such great lengths. If it was only to "be a woman," that made no sense.
Her true purpose had to be hidden somewhere deeper.
"Since you've already laid everything bare, you can be more explicit," Li Tianming said.
Though many of his thoughts had been seen through by her,
he still had a life-saving trump card. No matter what happened next, he would not be left panicked and helpless.
At a critical moment, he had to remain even calmer.
"Let me tell you a story."
Before his eyes, Xihe Emperor stretched out a pair of hands as white as jade, looped them around Li Tianming's neck, and pressed herself against him, looking exactly like a sweet, clingy little woman.
"If you're going to talk, can you keep your hands to yourself?" Li Tianming frowned.
"No. You are my treasure, so naturally I can play with you however I please," Xihe Emperor said prettily.
"...Then talk."
Li Tianming had a feeling.
She was like a brilliantly colored venomous snake draped around his neck. Beautiful temptations often concealed deadly poison.
Xihe Emperor began her tale:
"This is the story of the August Sword Venerable, the ancestor of our Moon God Clan."
"In the era when he was born, our Moon God Clan was still in the Land of Order. Of course, we did not need to stand watch then, but in truth, the Moon God Clan was even smaller than it is now. Living in that magnificent world of higher races, we naturally had no dignity, drifting from place to place..."
"So, with his unprecedented 'eight-tribulation talent,' he rose against the heavens and led the Moon God Clan onto a path to the heavens? Is it that kind of stale script?" Li Tianming asked with a smile.