Old Demon Kongxu's reputation was simply too great, and the power he had displayed was no less astounding. Who would dare make a rash move?
"Brother Zhang, don't just stand there like a fool. Take me to see Emperor Lord Chu Jiang. A man should own his actions. Do you think I'd make you take the blame?"
Xu Yi swept his hand through the air and rose into the sky.
Huang Mei inside the Starry Sky Ring nearly retched when he heard that. What a hypocrite, what a king of lies.
Zhang Jichao was as if he'd heard an imperial decree. He'd dreamed of finding someone to share the blame with, but had never been able to. Xu Yi was willing to go see the Emperor Lord himself—wasn't that heaven finally opening its eyes? He hurried after Xu Yi.
The narrow room was barely a zhang long and wide. Bookshelves lined three of its walls, packed with old books. Near the door on the west side stood an Eight Immortals table, with a pot of wine, two cups, and four small dishes of beans, all fried and tossed with salt.
Xu Yi sat on the west side of the table. The host sat opposite him: a withered old man, frail to the point of emaciation. Even indoors, a green oil-paper umbrella hovered above his head.
Who would have imagined that the dignified Emperor Lord Chu Jiang, the most powerful being in the Tian Huan Star Domain, was such a withered old man, nearly at death's door? Even the narrow room where he lived was tucked deep beneath the earth, inside a **.
"Don't be surprised. To have even this little patch of roof over my head, a place to shelter my old bones, I should already be thanking Heaven