"Those above were the Zheming Society's plans for the next 'Ancient Era.'" Zheming Society Head Gandonggon Mingwen performed a salute, then floated silently, awaiting the Light King's appraisal.
Whether it would be approval or rebuke.
"Oh." The Light King radiated an absent-minded glow. For a moment, the Zheming Society Head wondered whether this little brat had not listened to a word he said. After pondering for a long while, the Light King finally spoke. "Mingwen Hou, do you still... intend to touch the void?"
"Our forebears' final wish—I would not dare forget it." Gandonggon did his best to appear more respectful.
The masses had always been foolish. Thus, more Ming Societies chose to stand against the Zheming Society. They did not care about what existed beyond the world, nor did they care what existence was or what the void was. Gandonggon had never held out hope in this matter.
Although the Zheming Society had once obtained the Light King's permission, that had been in the past.
Sure enough, the Light King glowed as he said, "Mingwen Hou, it is not that I wish to criticize you... but do you not feel that you have been a little too brazen?"
Gandonggon's entire body shrank slightly. "Your Highness, forgive this subject's dullness..."
"Enough, Mingwen Hou. If even you are dull-witted, then among all the Ming within the light, is there anyone still awake?" The Light King smiled. "You are a wise man, so I cannot be bothered to speak in riddles with you. Let me put it plainly: the Judgment Hall is very dissatisfied with you—with all of you."
"But, Your Highness..." Gandonggon hastily denied it. "The Zheming Society has absolutely no intention of clashing with the Judgment Hall. It is only that the Judgment Lord has been pressing the Ming too