Imperial Might Unmatched

"Beep, beep, beep..."

Just as Xiao Ying was pondering the System Update, his communicator suddenly rang, making him pause.

After everything that had happened, Xiao Ying was sure plenty of people wanted to find him, and countless factions could obtain his contact information. Yet no one had contacted him during his two hours of rest. The authorities had evidently used some means to shield it; otherwise, even if the calls did not overwhelm him, they would have pestered him to death. How else could things be so quiet?

That was how the powerful were treated. It was also a gesture of goodwill from the authorities, whose representative in Forging the Sacred Court was, for now, the Princess Residence.

"Hello?" He answered, puzzled.

"Hello, Huan King!" A clear, pleasant voice rang out like pearls falling onto a plate, courteous but carrying a hint of warmth.

"Who is this?"

Xiao Ying searched his memory over and over, but he could not place the familiar voice.

He was certain he knew the speaker. How could he have forgotten a voice so clear and lovely?

"Di Wushuang," the caller replied simply.

"Uh..."

Xiao Ying's breath caught. His mind went blank for an instant, and an indescribably strange feeling rose in him.

That voice sounded as natural and pleasing as pearls falling onto a plate, without a trace of affectation. No one would have imagined it belonged to a man...

Although most Otherworlders, and even the Forging the Sacred Court system, called him—or her—Wei Wushuang, Wei Wushuang had always called herself Di Wushuang and used the slogan "Lotus Genesis, Imperial Might Unmatched."

"..."

As if sensing Xiao Ying's shock, Di Wushuang remained silent. Even her breathing seemed perfectly calm.

Legend had it that gods had no gender.

"Hello!"

His shock lasted only a few breaths