Jiang Nan froze. He hadn't expected the old coot, who'd been shameless just moments before, to become downright intimidating when he got serious.
For some reason, Jiang Nan had a vague feeling that the old coot who called himself the White Emperor was telling the truth. If he didn't apologize, something bad might happen...
But the words had already left his mouth. Jiang Nan found it hard to swallow his pride and apologize. Besides, what did he have to apologize for? The White Emperor was still a prisoner.
"Hmph. If this so-called master of yours really is a respected senior of great virtue, then I have no problem apologizing. But I won't apologize to you. At first, you acted like you were the greatest person under heaven, and now you're pissing and shitting yourself. I'm not lowering myself to apologize to you," Jiang Nan said, his face dark.
That was what he said, but the regret in his voice was clear. It was aimed at the White Emperor in front of him, not the so-called master the White Emperor had spoken of.
"Are you going to apologize or not? No one is allowed to insult my master. Not you, not anyone. Even my master's enemies from back then, or the foreign races, wouldn't dare utter a single filthy word against him. To his face or behind his back, who could deny that my master was a peerless genius without equal throughout history? You insulted my master. If you don't apologize, I won't let this go!" The White Emperor remained unmoved, his voice cold as ice.
Though they couldn't see the White Emperor's expression, they could tell from his eyes how much the master he spoke of meant to him. His master mattered so much that he was nearly ready to