"Your Highness, keep your dog under control."
Han Yuchen set down his teacup. The bottom of the cup struck the tabletop with a crisp sound, breaking the dead silence.
He lifted his eyes, his gaze passing over the Shadow Slave kneeling on the floor, and looked coldly at Xue Qinghe.
"Some things, if you keep them too long, will bite their master. Especially something like this... reeking of sewer stench from head to toe."
Han Yuchen's words had a pointed meaning. The instant the Shadow Slave made his move, the [Star Atlas] had already analyzed the "Shadow Virus" lying dormant inside him.
This was no ordinary Soul Master at all, but a puppet corroded by Solonsen's power.
Xue Qinghe's expression shifted uncertainly. Although she did not know the exact details of the "Shadow Contract," she had vaguely sensed that these people around her had been somewhat off lately.
But at this moment, her dignity as emperor would not allow her to show weakness.
"Impressive methods, Pavilion Master." Xue Qinghe waved a hand, signaling for the others to drag away the heavily injured Shadow Slave. "To think you had a Super Douluo hidden at your side. It seems I truly underestimated the heroes of the world."
Han Yuchen felt the other party had misunderstood, but he did not explain.
She adjusted her sitting posture again, regaining that humble, respectful appearance, only this time, there was a trace more solemnity in her tone, and... the implication of a deal.
"Since the Pavilion Master possesses such strength and sees the situation so clearly, why not serve the empire?"
Xue Qinghe extended the olive branch for the third time. "The empire is in need of talent right now. As long as the Pavilion Master is willing, a position as a royal consecrator is waiting