As I spoke, my hand seemed poised to strike at any moment, frightening the emperor of the Southern Kingdom into hurriedly shouting, "Stop! Everyone, stand down! Stand down! He's an immortal's disciple, not an assassin! All of you, stand down for me!"
A group of guards exchanged glances, their faces turning pale with fright, and hurriedly retreated. Only then did I smile and say, "Looks like the emperor still wants to pacify the world more than he wants to die. In that case, the problem will be easy to solve."
The emperor was probably forty-five or forty-six. At that age, it was only natural for him to have desire but lack the strength to satisfy it. On top of that, he had overindulged in wine and women. If he could no longer feast his eyes, even his instincts as a male could not be stirred, so it was no wonder he lived in unrestrained debauchery.
"What exactly are you trying to do!? What do you mean, die or not die? Why would I want to die?" The emperor saw that I showed not the slightest respect for him and even dared to mock him. He also realized that I was no ordinary person.
"Heh, if you don't want to die, why are you indulging in lust in broad daylight here, unaware that the troops at the front have already sharpened their weapons and are advancing step by step?" I said coldly.
"You're merely the disciple of an otherworldly expert. You only know the surface of the world's affairs—how could you know what lies beneath? I've already sent fierce generals there. Before long, they'll wipe out every enemy in the heartland!" the emperor said stubbornly.
"Then you put your mind at ease and took the opportunity to relax here? Tsk, tsk,