Ye Lin felt not the slightest stir as he looked at the weathered middle-aged man before him. He merely stood there quietly, watching Li Zheng.
"Sir, I succeeded. I fulfilled the promise I made back then. Now I ride in a Dragon chariot to meet you. I am now the ruler of Great Qin, the sole emperor of this Anxuan Realm."
"Sir, I have come for only one matter. I ask that you join Great Qin and become its Imperial Preceptor."
Li Zheng clasped his hands and bowed respectfully, yet Ye Lin stood with his hands behind his back, looking at him without the slightest reaction.
"Sir?"
After waiting for a long while without receiving Ye Lin's answer, Li Zheng raised his head and looked at him in confusion.
The Imperial Preceptor of Great Qin—above ten thousand upon ten thousand, beneath only one. No one could fail to be tempted by such a position.
Even if Sir was an immortal, immortals had seven emotions and six desires too, didn't they?
"You are mistaken. My heart does not lie here. The fact that you were able to come see me already satisfies me."
"I will be leaving soon as well. You should focus on being the ruler of Great Qin."
Ye Lin smiled faintly at Li Zheng, then, beneath Li Zheng's puzzled gaze, slowly gathered Luo Yao into his arms.
"Li Zheng, in my eyes, the Anxuan Realm is merely a very, very small world. To me, the Anxuan Realm could be destroyed with a single hand."
"Your so-called Imperial Preceptor of Great Qin, and even your so-called Emperor of Great Qin, are nothing in my eyes."
"The world is vast—so vast that it lies beyond your imagination."
"Work hard."
After speaking, Ye Lin carried Luo Yao and slowly rose into