Little Jiu the Emperor

Inside Pope's Hall, Little Jiu sat upon the throne, looking exceptionally pleased.

Zijing and the others had no idea what Little Jiu was planning, but they all had a uniquely bad feeling about it.

Before long, people began filing in. The first was Huo Wu, who had rushed back from another world. Seeing Little Jiu like this, she could not help rolling her eyes at him.

"Flame God Huo Wu pays respects to His Majesty!"

Huo Wu bowed to Little Jiu.

"Mhm. Rise, Divine Consort!" Little Jiu felt fantastic. Only now did he feel like a true Creation God.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Huo Wu rose, rolled her eyes at Little Jiu again, and went to sit in one of the chairs below.

"This is..." Zijing stared blankly as she watched Little Jiu quietly show off.

The next to return were Zhu Zhuyun and Dai Luolan. They also bowed to Little Jiu, though far more formally than Huo Wu had. They were not nearly as perfunctory as she was.

Zhu Zhuyun gave Little Jiu a seductive glance and pecked him on the cheek before returning to her seat.

Dai Luolan could not help rubbing her forehead. "Don't go too far!"

"Are you asking for a beating?" Little Jiu snorted coldly. Dai Luolan's face darkened, but she ultimately did not dare lash out and sat beside Zhu Zhuyun.

Next came Zhu Zhuqing.

A trace of embarrassed anger lingered in her cool eyes, while her flawless figure was enough to make anyone envious.

"Greetings, Your Majesty."

Zhu Zhuqing knelt before Little Jiu. At the instant she bent her knees in salute, she truly wanted to pinch him. She had no idea where Little Jiu had come up with these rituals; they were completely different from those on the continent.

"Come, Little Wildcat.