Hearing the indignation and regret filling the hall, Su Chen lowered the folding fan in his hand.
He picked up the teacup on the table and watched the tea leaves bob in the water. The corner of his mouth slowly curled into a gentle yet domineering smile.
"It doesn't matter whether Heaven opens its eyes."
Su Chen's voice was not loud, yet it carried a composure that seemed to pierce through the ages.
"What matters is whether Shi Hao opens his eyes."
Everyone was stunned. Even Ning Rongrong forgot to wipe away her tears and stared blankly at Su Chen on the raised platform.
"What kind of person was Shi Hao?"
Su Chen rose to his feet. His white robe stirred without a breeze, and an aura of disdain for all the heavens radiated from him.
"When others bullied him, he repaid them a hundredfold. When others showed him even a drop of kindness, he returned it with a surging spring! He valued loyalty and affection, and held the lives of those around him dearer than his own!"
"The Great Elder cut off the Road to Immortality for him and fell into the Dark Abyss for his sake. How could Shi Hao ever forget such a debt of gratitude? How could he dare forget it?"
Su Chen slammed his hand down on the gavel.
Smack!
"Years flowed on, and eras rose and fell!"
"That Sinful Blood youth of years past fought his way to the pinnacle of all the heavens and myriad worlds! He quelled the Dark Turmoil and crushed every Life Forbidden Zone beneath his feet!"
"He stood above the river of time and split open the ancient firmament with a single sword strike, becoming the supreme being of this world!"
"The Immortal Emperor!"
Immortal Emperor!
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