Tian Wu Hall, behind layer upon layer of curtains.
The Dao Court Son of Heaven withdrew his gaze. The mountain-shaking, tsunami-roaring cries of "Loyalty! Devotion!" still seemed to echo faintly in his ears. With an unreadable expression, he stroked his chin.
He noticed me watching him?
Impossible. Foundation Establishment Perfection might perhaps sense me after refining a Blessed Land, but a mere Foundation Establishment Middle Stage cultivator? He couldn't sense me even if I gave him a True Treasure.
So he was deliberately putting on a show?
At that thought, the Dao Court Son of Heaven revealed an amused smile. "This Little Dragon Old Dragon Lord sent is quite capable. He is a promising seedling."
Back when he had first ascended as Son of Heaven, he had been thoroughly dismissive of such flashy, hollow flattery. In private, he had repeatedly declared that the practice of bootlicking should be banned. Yet as time passed, those fawning words had begun to sound increasingly pleasant to his ears, to the point that he even found them insufficiently novel.
And Lu Yang's performance was clearly novel.
Of course, he could also tell that Lu Yang had obviously been putting on a show. But so what? Looking across Jiangdong, nearly every official put on such a show.
After all, the Tian Wu Royal Family's azure eyes were known to all.
No one knew whether the Son of Heaven might suddenly peer in on them. Thus, even when nobody was around, they would deliberately make remarks about loyalty to the sovereign and devotion to the nation.
Thanks to this, he had long since witnessed countless displays of this kind.
He could not even remember who had done it.
But he remembered very clearly who had not.
Thus, he did not care in the slightest that Lu