Seeing that the "Jade Emperor" understood what he meant, Chen Changsheng finally released his right hand.
"Since you understand, go beat the war drums and raise their spirits."
"Everyone down there is a hero. Though you are the Lord of the Heavenly Court, you should still beat the drums for them."
"Thank you for your guidance, Senior!"
The "Jade Emperor" cupped his hands in salute, then turned and left.
With every step he took, his somewhat bent spine grew straighter.
Because from this moment onward, there would no longer be any obstacle in the Heavenly Court.
And he would become a true emperor for the ages.
"Grandfather, do you not blame him?"
After the "Jade Emperor" left, Jun Lin appeared beside Chen Changsheng.
"I do not blame him. I merely find it somewhat regrettable."
"Regrettable?"
Jun Lin's eyes flashed with confusion at that answer.
"Yes, regrettable!"
Watching the war drums slowly emerge from the depths of the void, Chen Changsheng said lightly, "His ability and breadth of mind are beyond reproach."
"But the most troublesome thing is that others like him have been born in this era."
"You are one. Zhang Bairen is one. Even your Father Emperor and the others are the same."
"When two tigers fight, one is bound to be wounded. When a host of dragons battle, the outcome can only be mountains of corpses and seas of blood."
Hearing this, Jun Lin immediately said modestly, "Grandfather, why have you included me as well?"
"With my trifling skills, what right do I have to fight them?"
Chen Changsheng glanced at Jun Lin and said, "Whether you have the ability is a matter for the future."
"Whether you fight them depends on whether you have the will."
"Clearly, among the younger generation, you are the most restless one."