"Hahaha! Well said, Ju Zi! You've spoken my mind! You deserve a reward!"
Xu Tianran laughed, his face brimming with excitement.
Unifying the continent was an achievement every emperor had dreamed of for tens of thousands of years, yet not one had succeeded.
The closest anyone had come was the Spirit Hall Empire ten thousand years ago, with its two gods, but even it had fallen one step short.
Now, he would surpass the Spirit Hall Empire.
Ju Zi truly deserves to be my empress. Her judgment is just as incisive.
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Ju Zi bowed slightly in thanks and happily pocketed another round of rewards, while Zhongli Wu stood beside her with a face like a slapped ass.
Fucking idiot of an emperor!!!
I spent all that time singing your praises, only for some woman to pluck the ripe peaches! The Sun Moon Empire is fucking doomed.
"Something's wrong."
Long Xiaoyao stood at the very front of the terrace, hands clasped behind his back, as the night breeze stirred his ink-black robes.
His spiritual power was enough to cover the area surrounding the Imperial City. Those people's movements had nowhere to hide from his eyes.
Yet after reaching the vicinity of the palace, they had made no move. At first, he had thought they were lying in wait.
But after carefully sweeping the area with his senses, he had found no trace of that Pavilion Master's presence. That was clearly abnormal.
Long Xiaoyao narrowed his eyes in thought, but a moment later, he abruptly turned toward another part of Bright City.
"Uncle Long, what's wrong?"
Noticing Long Xiaoyao's unusual reaction, Zhongli Wu stepped forward to ask, only for Long Xiaoyao to sigh helplessly.
"We've been tricked!"
Before his words had faded, Long Xiaoyao's figure slowly melted into