"Sister!" Li Yuan had always known how to read the room.
"That's more like it." The smile on the young woman's face grew even brighter. "Say it a few more times."
"Sister! Sister!" Li Yuan said without hesitation. Once a person's bottom line was broken, it would keep breaking.
Until there was no bottom line left.
"Good." The young woman's eyes nearly curved into slits, and Li Yuan looked more and more pleasing to her.
Suddenly.
The young woman sighed. "Ever since Father's disciples died, I haven't heard anyone call me 'sister' in nearly ten thousand years."
"Ten thousand years?" Li Yuan held his breath. That was truly long.
Setting aside unverifiable historical legends, the entire recorded history of the Seven Star Civilization was only five thousand years.
"Come on, let's complete the master-disciple ceremony first." The young woman showed her little canine teeth and looked at Li Yuan. "Father's personal disciple... hehe! Father finally has a disciple again."
Then the young woman walked toward the end of the divine hall, toward that towering, enormous throne.
Li Yuan immediately followed.
For the past dozen days or so, when he had sparred with the three Golden Armored Warriors, he had not been allowed to approach the area around the throne.
This time, he followed Guyou to the foot of the throne.
"Hm?" Li Yuan's pupils shrank slightly.
Crash—The towering throne, which had originally lain silent, suddenly bloomed with dazzling golden light. Radiance burst out in all directions, making the entire Inheritance Hall seem as if it were enveloped in endless golden light.
Immediately after, the young woman pointed from afar.
Soundlessly, countless streams of golden light gathered, forming a huge phantom upon the towering throne.
He was a humanoid being. Even seated, he was dozens of meters tall, wearing earthen-yellow battle