Wu Zhao Xue stood bright-eyed and fair-toothed, clad in the Sun and Moon imperial robe, her imperial aura rich and overwhelming.
Yet at this moment, she stood rooted to the spot, complex emotions intertwining in her beautiful eyes.
She did not doubt Lin Xuan's words. She had deep ties to Wu Zhao Mountain and had long known that it had repeatedly invited Lin Xuan to inherit the Human Emperor Dao lineage, only to be refused every time.
What Wu Zhao Xue had not expected was that the Human Emperor Seal had also taken notice of Lin Xuan, only to be ruthlessly rejected once again.
Bitterness welled up in Wu Zhao Xue's heart. Who could have imagined that the endpoint the four supreme lineages—the Sun and Moon Divine Dynasty, Myriad Demon Dynasty, Abyssal Divine Court, and Dark Imperial Court—had exhausted every effort to touch was actually a "starting point" beneath Lin Xuan's contempt.
Without comparison, there was no hurt. The ultimate goal of their four great lineages was something Lin Xuan cast aside like worn-out shoes; the contrast was simply sky-high.
The Sun Moon Divine Hall fell deathly silent. Even Wu Zhao Mountain's emotional fluctuations had stiffened completely, as though it had fallen into doubt over its very "mountain-life."
"Hey! What are you all standing around for? My Dao Path was nearly cut off, and this is all the reaction I get?"
At last, Lin Xuan's exasperated voice rang out. Wu Zhao Xue and Prince Yan finally came back to their senses, while Wu Zhao Mountain's spiritual intent began to flow again, clearly having calmed down considerably.
"What a waste of heaven's gifts!"
Prince Yan clutched at his heart in anguish, his gaze toward Lin Xuan incomparably complicated.
Bitterness surfaced on Wu Zhao Xue's face as her delicate body trembled slightly.