Xu Yi had not come here to avenge Li Zhao. He was simply still seething over what had happened to Lian Yunshang.
Chen Black Order and Liu Qi's own stupidity had merely given him an excuse to kill without violating his "conscience."
Though the sheep in the pen were fat, he had no urge to slaughter them.
"Who would have thought? Truly, who would have thought that our illustrious Ancestral Court would produce a peerless genius!"
Suddenly, a middle-aged man in crimson robes, with long brows and narrow eyes, rose to his full height and applauded softly in praise. His bearing was graceful and composed, his air of nobility unmistakable.
Xu Yi fixed his gaze on him without a word.
The man in crimson laughed heartily. "Xu Yi, you may never have met me, but I've seen you. I am the Ancestral Court's Demon Emperor. I approved your appointment as acting lord. I never imagined you'd soar ten thousand miles like a dragon, rising straight into the heavens. It truly warms my heart."
Xu Yi's eyes lit up. He cupped his fists. "So you're the Imperial Venerate. My apologies for not recognizing you."
He said this only out of regard for the favor the man had done him by appointing him acting lord.
As for gratitude, if the esteemed Imperial Venerate had been willing to stand up for him before he revealed his strength, even just to smooth things over, Xu Yi would have remembered the favor deeply.
But now, after he had finished the job, the Imperial Venerate had finally shown himself. Given that small favor, Xu Yi's restraint in not giving him a cold shoulder was already the most he could manage.
The Demon Emperor waved his hand. "You've achieved so much already. There's no need to call