Only Ning Zheng knew the truth behind the Night Emperor switch.
In everyone's eyes, the Night Emperor had already used Golden Cicada Sheds Its Shell, displaying the great integrity that all blacksmiths ought to possess:
The Chosen of Destiny had faked his death and escaped, never becoming a slave.
What was more, this "Night Emperor," who had won his freedom and toyed with a True Immortal, had personally crossed worlds and returned to Sword Forging Manor.
"The big shot is back."
"The big shot successfully faked his death."
"Cool as hell!"
Everyone gathered around to see their idol.
Now, hundreds of new players joined the open beta every day. They had also begun forming Ember Adventuring Teams, but there had not been enough time for them to take off.
They were extremely curious about and full of admiration for this legendary idle Ember Emperor.
"Quiet down for a moment. I have a few words to say."
The Night Emperor raised both hands high, signaling everyone not to make a fuss, then stood on a high platform and said:
"Hello, everyone."
"I have already used Golden Cicada Sheds Its Shell."
"That's right. How could my dignity allow me to do something like that?"
The "Night Emperor" looked at everyone and said solemnly, "I would rather change my appearance and become a miner, continuing to dig for ore, than choose this so-called shortcut! Rich woman, I'm not hungry!"
Everyone could not help cheering loudly. Thousands of voices swept over like an avalanche.
"Good!"
"That's so cool!"
"This is the classical cultivator I know!"
"Exactly! Those idiots ruined the traditional cultivation atmosphere of the Nine Provinces the moment they arrived, cheating and swindling everywhere. Cultivators should fight their way forward and rise all the way!"
"As expected of a big shot. That wistful