The ministers were no problem, but the young masters all kept silent, which left the ministers at a loss. They could not possibly take the successors and leave them behind as hostages on their own initiative, yet they would have no way to explain themselves once they returned.
"Tu Ming, the three of us have discussed this matter before, but if you simply make us stay here and word gets back, how are we supposed to show our faces again? Hostages? How interesting! I believe the Great Ghost Emperor understands perfectly well that the successors of our three upper realms cannot possibly become hostages for you. You must give us a reason to stay—at the very least, one attractive enough to draw us in." Jing Xiaoman cast a disdainful glance at the Great Ghost Emperor, then looked toward me.
The coldness in that glance at the Great Ghost Emperor was utterly exposed. It was contempt for a lesser realm. Her expression toward me was somewhat better, but only because my strength had earned her acknowledgment. As for the Ghost Dao, they truly looked down on it. This was not a momentary slight, but contempt accumulated over thousands of years, rooted in their very bones!
"Heh, looks like the Divine Court's Blood Sea Battleship still hasn't blasted you awake, my little princess. I advise you to put away those ideas of yours as soon as possible. The situation across the Six Deity Heavens is turning upside down. Haven't you noticed?" I looked down at Jing Xiaoman from above, a trace of arrogance appearing on my face.
"What do you mean? The Divine Court is the Divine Court! It's not the Ghost Dao!" Jing Xiaoman said with a frown.
I let out a cold laugh. "That's right, the Divine Court is indeed