"That's right, I am the Heavenly Emperor!"
The chubby child gave a light cough and spoke in an old-fashioned, pompous tone.
He blinked his big, lively eyes, looking as though it were only natural.
Though Li Qingshan was shaken upon hearing this, no matter how he looked at the chubby child before him—wearing a bellyband and sporting two upward-tied braids—he simply could not connect him with the Heavenly Emperor who had cowed the myriad heavens and founded the Heavenly Court.
"Could you be the artifact spirit of the Chaos Tower?"
Li Qingshan asked tentatively, his gaze full of vigilance.
The chubby child curled his lips, seemingly quite dissatisfied with Li Qingshan's suspicion.
"This Emperor is the Heavenly Emperor! Not only do you refuse to kneel when you see me, you even dare to doubt me? Insolent!"
The chubby child pointed at Li Qingshan, hands on his hips as he berated him.
"Little Tower!"
At that moment, a lazy yet icy voice suddenly rang out from the void.
"You dare impersonate the Heavenly Emperor? Is your hide itching?"
Lady Three-Flower emerged from the void!
She was still in the form of a calico cat, floating lazily in the air. Her feline eyes stared coldly at the chubby child, filled with teasing and warning.
The instant the chubby child saw Lady Three-Flower, his entire body trembled!
His lively eyes suddenly widened, and tears actually welled up in them, overflowing with wild joy.
"Lady... Lady?! Is it really you?"
Even his voice trembled, brimming with disbelief and excitement. "You're alive?! Wonderful! Little Tower missed you so much!"
As he spoke, he flew toward Lady Three-Flower. His plump little face was full of excitement and delight, as though he had met a long-lost family member.
Looking at the little fatty who was so excited