Foolish Ruler! Tyrant!

Feng Xi lightly bumped Shen Yi with her shoulder when she saw that he had no intention of bowing even after so long.

No matter how vastly the Human Emperor differed from what Shen Yi had imagined, he was indeed the ruler of the Divine Land, the supreme being who governed the mortal world alongside the Immortal Court.

"If you don't want it, forget it. You simply don't have the good fortune."

The man soaking in the pool did not press the matter. He casually scooped up some wine and brought it to his mouth, smacking his lips as he mumbled indistinctly, "Good wine... good wine..."

After savoring it for a while, he finally waved his hand.

An elderly man dressed as a court official, his expression stern, strode out from the dense woods by the pool. He approached the Human Emperor, took a jade tablet from his sleeve, and presented it.

The man accepted it, too lazy even to glance at it, and casually tossed it toward Shen Yi in the distance.

"Perhaps it isn't quite the promotion and elevation you imagined?" He smiled with his back to the crowd.

"It truly isn't."

Shen Yi looked at the jade tablet in his hand. Apart from its material, it was no different in shape from a demon slayer's iron token.

The reverse bore the same raised Nanyang pattern that signified one's identity.

Clearly, this was the token of the General Who Guards the South.

He had leapt from a titled general to the commander overseeing the entire Great Southern Continent's Demon-Slaying Bureau, yet Shen Yi felt no particular joy.

"It does look rather hasty."

The man adopted an even more languid posture, simply resting his neck against the edge of the pool. "But it doesn't matter. After all, this is