Great Emperor Ziwei of the North Pole and the Three Pure Ones Descended to the Mortal Realm

Old Yellow Ox's mind seemed to freeze in an instant.

He stared stiffly at Great Emperor Ziwei of the North Pole, dressed in ordinary clothes, then stiffly shifted his gaze to Heavenly Marshal Tian Peng in front of him. In the latter's eyes, he actually spotted a trace of pity, and a trace of helplessness.

No—

Oh, shit.

Boss Tian Peng, save me!

Give me a hand!

Help!

Old Yellow Ox frantically signaled with his eyes.

His gaze practically branded the words "Save me!" into the air.

Old Yellow Ox wasn't some young hothead like Qi WuHuo and Yun Qin. He'd long since become smooth and worldly. Whether to rebel or not was one thing, but at the very least, he had to keep up appearances. If he couldn't get through this day, Old Yellow Ox figured he'd immediately become the soy-braised beef Great Emperor Ziwei of the North Pole would take along when he went to see Empress Houtu.

The freshly braised kind!

Great Emperor Ziwei of the North Pole said coolly, "Speak."

Cold sweat broke out across Old Yellow Ox's back.

At last, the corner of his mouth twitched. "...I mean, this old ox means, ahem."

"These, these things are naturally good, but shouldn't you ask the two of them first?"

"Young people are straightforward. Being too forceful isn't good."

Great Emperor Ziwei of the North Pole's gaze paused on Old Yellow Ox. It held no ripples or waves; he merely looked away casually. Clearly, he had no intention of explaining himself to Old Yellow Ox, and Old Yellow Ox's words had stirred neither emotion nor anger in him.

He had done too much from the ancient era to the present day, and had been misunderstood and attacked by countless people. He had long since stopped taking it