In another sealed chamber on the ship's lower decks, Qin Mo met the person he had come to see.
The Emperor stood before the porthole with his back to the door.
His silhouette was steady and profound.
A faint golden radiance shimmered and flowed around him.
"You didn't hear our footsteps, jump out of your chair, run over to the porthole, and strike a mysterious pose just now, did you?" Qin Mo sat down in a chair and gestured for Yao En to set down the Daemon Prince. "The chair isn't warm. Looks like you really didn't."
The Emperor, golden light drifting through his pupils, slowly turned around.
Vanessa was not exactly petite. When she faced away from someone, Qin Mo could genuinely mistake her for the Emperor in his original form.
It would have been even more convincing if her hair had been black instead of gold.
"If you came to use your tongue as a whip or make sport of me, I advise you to forget it. The Human Emperor isn't here, so your usual tricks won't work on me," the Emperor said coldly.
"You're still here?" Qin Mo feigned surprise. "I thought you'd just drop a teleport beacon and be done with it. Why are you still squatting here?"
"..." The Emperor's gaze shifted from Qin Mo to Yao En, then to the Daemon Prince shaped like a cube of flesh.
The moment he saw the thing, the Emperor understood what Qin Mo intended, even though he could no longer habitually use Psychic Power to enter Qin Mo's mind.
Since the Human Emperor was not here, Qin Mo no longer treated him as he would a friend. He grew serious, treating the Emperor before him as he would Lion.
"This Daemon Prince seems to know a great