All matters were settled.
Within the Supreme Great Sun Heavenly Palace.
Jiang Ding looked at the guilty-looking Fusang Saintess, staring at her.
The Fusang Saintess felt somewhat uneasy and gave an embarrassed smile.
"Thank you."
"Soft persimmon."
Jiang Ding was not angry. He said it sincerely.
During his childhood, when he could not suppress the starry sky with force, the traditions of the human race had to be respected, and the Seven Kill Divine Dynasty had to be bloodily suppressed. Otherwise, he would have placed himself in a dangerous position.
At present, he did not have the qualifications to act recklessly, regardless of whether that recklessness was kind or evil.
Deviating from tradition required paying a price, and he could not bear such a price now.
But as a sovereign, he had to maintain a positive image on the surface. He had to appear magnanimous, and that required someone to bear this price—to be resented by countless people in the Endless Starry Sky. That person's status could not be too low either; they had to possess a certain degree of autonomy, otherwise it would be meaningless—
By a very fortunate coincidence, that person was the Fusang Saintess.
She had such status. The status of the Fusang Holy Land was easily recognized by many Immortal Sect Supremes. Even if she failed and took a step back, it would not make the two sides tear all pretenses apart and enter a life-or-death struggle. There would still be room for reconciliation.
"Pfft!"
"Your Majesty is too courteous."
The Fusang Saintess relaxed and smiled. "Your Majesty and I share glory and loss alike. What is there to thank me for?"
"Yes..."
"What is needed now is to suppress things with stillness. Do not change tradition, and do not change political inertia."
Jiang Ding said