A single word from the Heavenly Dao laid the foundation for Qin Fen's claim. The Jade Emperor stood dumbfounded. It was no longer his turn to argue; the facts were clear. Qin Fen truly was the Dao Ancestor. True gold feared no fire.
Big Chef did not need to put on an act at all. The Heavenly Dao's cooperation had come with perfect understanding, forcefully telling everyone: their guess had been right. He was the Dao Ancestor—genuine and guaranteed.
The Jade Emperor had no words. He had tried to show off and ended up making a fool of himself, yet he had somehow helped Qin Fen show off perfectly. Was there any justice left in the world? Everything he had repeatedly said earlier had told the world that the Dao Ancestor was awesome, had saved the world, and deserved their gratitude. And now? Damn it, they were all thanking his rival!
Qin Fen did not answer the Jade Emperor's question about the reward. What was he supposed to say? I was screwing with you. I called you a dog and tossed you a handful of dog food? How could he say that in front of so many people?
He was the Dao Ancestor, after all. He had to be generous and magnanimous. Qin Fen still wanted to leave the Jade Emperor some dignity. The man was already half-dead; if he learned the truth, who knew whether he might truly lose the will to live?
Just as Qin Fen was about to speak, purple light flashed over his body. With a whoosh, that copy of Imperial Lord's Self-Cultivation flew out of his ring, circling Big Chef like a butterfly drawn to flowers.
What was this? Everyone stopped paying attention to the Jade Emperor and simply ignored him, turning their gazes toward