"Senior Brother Lin, I really am not being modest..."
Yin Tiande was about to suggest finding someone better qualified, but Lin Xian interrupted him.
Lin Xian sneered, pointing at Ye Fan. "Emperor Zun is only an Immortal One cultivator, yet he isn't afraid to serve as Heavenly Emperor. What are you, Ziwei's foremost expert, afraid of?"
"If this is all the courage you have, why contend on the Emperor Path? Why seek to attain the Dao?"
"Today, you'll take this seat as Dao Lord whether you like it or not!"
Yin Tiande fell silent at once. Though his own methods could be ruthless, compared with Holy Master Lin, he was a minor witch facing a great sorcerer.
Had I really come to the Heavenly Court, and not a den of bandits?
The Daoist from Ziwei Star let his gaze wander, stealing a glance at the assembled sages. What had happened to the ancient sages' supposedly outstanding virtue and astonishing wisdom? Why did every last one resemble a clay idol?
Sometimes, even a prodigy on par with an Emperor's Son could feel utterly helpless when alone.
The sages seated in their chairs coughed lightly, either looking up at the sky or slowly turning away. If they could, they too would have pretended not to know Holy Master Lin.
Emperor Zun Ye, on the other hand, was thrilled. At last, someone had come to share his suffering. He clapped his hands and laughed, declaring, "Attendants, where are you? Hurry and grant Dao Lord Yin a seat. Drape him in the yellow- ahem... immortal robes."
The heavenly generals who had accompanied the sages and gained access to the Heavenly Court's inner circle were either peerless Great Powers or unrivaled kings. They soon procured a King's Divine Garment shimmering with immortal light and draped