This Matter Has Nothing to Do With Me

With the death of that sword-bearing old man, whom everyone had worshipped, the crowd stared in horror at the head, its face still frozen in disbelief.

He was... an elder of the Edgeless Sect.

A Nascent Soul cultivator—someone of considerable standing even among the Seven Great Sects!

And he had died just like that?

No one was more terrified than Bao Laiqian.

After three years as emperor, he had finally cultivated some of the imposing bearing of a ruler.

But under the terror of death, he reverted to his old cowardly, timid self. Sitting on the ground, he trembled as he looked at Tang Yu and said, "W-why is Senior killing me? My cousin... is... is Sword Immortal Bao."

"If your cousin weren't him, I really couldn't be bothered with you."

Tang Yu's words nearly made Bao Laiqian break down.

How could he have imagined that the cousin who had brought glory and wealth to him and his family

would also bring him death?

Yet such things were hardly uncommon in the cultivation world. Many cultivators soared to greatness and brought prosperity to their mortal families as well.

But once something happened to the cultivator himself, it was all too common for enemies to follow the trail and wipe out the entire family.

Seeing that this guy had been frightened badly enough to wet himself, Tang Yu kindly comforted him.

"Don't be too upset. You were emperor for several years and enjoyed things that others could never enjoy in a lifetime. You won't be losing out by going on your way now."

"..."

But the consolation did not seem particularly effective on Bao Laiqian. His cries only grew more shrill.

The civil and military officials below the platform were all chilled to the bone.

They had once stood in court,