Sikong Jing laughed again at those words, then unceremoniously stepped forward to stand before Cheng Yusui, at the very front of all the ministers.
The entire Night Emperor Hall fell silent once more.
What exactly was the new emperor, Ji Tan, trying to do?
Right, the Worry-Forget Sect... perhaps the Worry-Forget Sect would soon come to kill Sikong Jing. Some princes and ministers began to hesitate over whether they should warn him.
All those who wanted to help Sikong Jing were Ji Tan's opponents.
They also believed Sikong Jing was too young to know that the Worry-Forget Sect had already arrived, or to understand Ji Tan's terrifying scheming.
At that moment, Ji Tan laughed loudly and turned back to his throne. Then, feigning deep thought, he asked, "Brother Sikong, with such tremendous achievements in your hands, what title do you think I should bestow upon you?"
"Marshal Cheng is the Empire's Grand Marshal of Soldiers and Horses, and he is also the King Who Guards the South. You must rank above him."
In other words, what title could possibly be higher than Cheng Yusui's?
He then looked toward the gathered ministers, seeking their opinions, yet no one answered.
However, at that very moment, an incomparably alluring female voice gently rang out from the side door of the hall. "Your Majesty, this consort believes Brother Sikong should be named the Invincible Divine General of the Long Night Empire, and King of Equal Rank."
The moment those words fell, every minister trembled violently, their gazes turning toward the side door.
Which woman dared utter such terrifying titles? Invincible Divine General and King of Equal Rank—were such titles something one could casually propose?
At the same time, Sikong Jing, who had remained composed until then, abruptly raised his head, a flash of killing