The Yellow Emperor's feelings were complicated. Qin Fen, this Dongwang Gong, this Natural Daoist, did have something of a reputation in the Heavenly Court and the Earthly Immortal Realm. It just wasn't a reputation among the powers that be, but among the common folk.
The Natural Daoist was eager to help others and champion justice; Dongwang Gong's righteousness knew no bounds. Whether it was bringing the Weaver Girl and her star-crossed lover together during the Qixi Festival, defying fate to save Jingwei, standing up to Ksitigarbha during the Ghost Festival to help the souls of the Underworld, or saving countless minor water demons during the Haitian crisis, he had earned himself quite a good name.
The moment Qin Fen spoke, he had made it clear that he wasn't there to cause trouble, but had come at someone's request. That someone had to be the Yan Emperor. Though the Yellow Emperor wasn't particularly fond of him, the Yan-Huang Conflict had long since passed into history, faded and forgotten like drifting clouds. There was no lingering feud between them. Besides, they both belonged to the Three Sovereigns and were ancestors of the Human Tribe. The Yan Emperor couldn't possibly kick him while he was down.
So Dongwang Gong should have been there to mediate. But why the hell did things suddenly feel so wrong? What happened to that boundless righteousness? This felt more like delivering shit instead of help in someone's hour of need! And the Yellow Emperor had just happily swallowed a mouthful of it. He had even been moved! Fucking hell.
The sheer whiplash nearly gave the Yellow Emperor chest pains.
But he had no time for chest pains now; something far more agonizing was coming. At Big Chef's words, Xing Tian's eyes turned red again. "The Water Tribe? No