"The Mistveil Sect has already been put to death. Gentlemen, raze the Mistveil Sect to the ground."
At that moment, the clouds overhead abruptly parted. Golden light pierced straight through them, and a stern-faced man clad in a dragon robe descended from the sky, carrying a head in his hand.
The head belonged to the Mistveil Sect's Grand Elder, a supreme powerhouse at the Taiyi Mysterious Immortal level.
"Long live the Holy Emperor!"
"Long live the Holy Emperor!"
"Long live the Holy Emperor!"
Countless soldiers fell to one knee toward the figure in the sky, their eyes brimming with fanatical worship.
This was their Holy Emperor—this was the ruler of their Great Xia Dynasty.
"Wuju, you did very well. Return with me."
At that moment, a majestic voice rang out. Xia Wuju, standing beside Ye Lin, immediately clasped his fists and bowed with utmost respect.
"Yes, Father Emperor."
Atop White Cang, Xia Wuju stood obediently beside the middle-aged man, keeping his head lowered the entire time. He did not even dare raise it, merely nodding again and again.
The man in dragon robes, meanwhile, turned his gaze toward Ye Lin.
"This is...?"
"Father Emperor, this is my friend, Ye Lin."
"Ye Lin, this is my father emperor, the Holy Emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty. You may call him... uh..."
Halfway through the introduction, Xia Wuju suddenly did not know what to say. What was Ye Lin supposed to call his father emperor?
Call him by name directly? No, no, that would be far too disrespectful. His father was the Holy Emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty—how could his sacred name be invoked so casually?
"Hahaha, little friend Ye, you may call me Xia Jiang. A name is merely a form of address."
Xia Jiang chuckled. He appeared exceedingly amiable,