"Liu Feng, still no response from Luoyi?" Standing atop Pingyi Military City's towering walls, Ye Zhen looked at the endless, black-pressed camps of the Devil Race army in the distance, his face full of worry.
Liu Feng, standing behind Ye Zhen, looked somewhat helpless. "Commander-in-Chief, it has been two days, and there has been no news at all. Moreover, the latest report says that the War Ministry did not mention this matter during today's minor court session.
"There is no word of it in court either. It seems that His Majesty..."
"Alas..."
Ye Zhen let out a long sigh. "His Majesty has held quite a grudge against me recently, but this concerns Great Zhou's safety, and even more so the countless people of Great Zhou. How could he..."
At that point, Ye Zhen stopped himself.
For the first time, blazing fury rose in Ye Zhen's heart toward Benevolent Sovereign Ji Long, the Holy Son of Heaven of Great Zhou.
Truthfully, whether it had been Benevolent Sovereign Ji Long coveting Ye Zhen's so-called spatial strategic treasure, or later dispatching a Creation Realm Divine Being against him—
Ye Zhen had certainly been angry, but more than that, he had felt cold and disheartened. He no longer regarded Benevolent Sovereign Ji Long as supreme. In all things, he had begun to follow his own principles.
But now, it was fury. Overwhelming fury!
As the Holy Son of Heaven of Great Zhou, he enjoyed the support and reverence of countless Great Zhou citizens, and only then had he attained the extravagant life he lived today.
Ordinarily, no matter what Benevolent Sovereign Ji Long did, Ye Zhen would not interfere.
An emperor—did you expect him to be frugal? Kind? Conscientious? To put others before himself?
Impossible. Stop dreaming!
An emperor was destined to be lonely,