The young man continued kneeling with his head lowered.
He was waiting.
He had already reported his matter, but he could not excuse himself. Whether he stayed or left could only be decided once the Sovereign spoke first.
After a long while, he began to feel unbearable discomfort all over.
That was because the person he revered had moved extremely close to him. The flames on that person's body had already engulfed the young man.
That person clearly did not need to do anything, yet the young man's body began to char, and even his hair caught fire. Still, he clenched his teeth without making a sound, maintaining his posture without moving an inch.
Raging fury rolled before his eyes. With his head lowered, he could see only a pair of bare feet before him—ten toes in all, each of them seemingly transformed into a savage beast roaring at the young man.
"Pardon."
That majestic voice echoed beside his ears.
"Yes." The young man nodded.
"Does the memory of being betrayed, of your nation being destroyed and your people exterminated, still remain in your heart?" that person asked.
"I shall remember it for a thousand generations and never forget it for all eternity. Those petty rabble now occupy the foundation of our Xuanyuan Dragon Clan. It is an insult to us," the young man said in a deep voice.
"Good."
That person did not move, yet his toes continued staring at the young man's charred face.
He seemed to stop mentioning the Nine Dragons Imperial Tomb. Instead, his voice softened as he continued asking, "And the Divine Maiden? How has she been lately?"
"She has worked very hard and has not disappointed the Sovereign's expectations of her," the young man replied.
"I am asking what she does outside of cultivation,"