Jin Canyang wanted to cry, but no tears would come. Why had things turned out this way? He had clearly latched onto a Quasi-Emperor's thigh, and he was clearly about to join the Heavenly Court. Two happy events piled together should have brought dreamlike joy. Why had this been the result?
Truly, the subject wished to surrender, only for his ancestor to surrender first. Even his value as a traitor was gone; his ancestor had beaten him to it.
"You brought him?"
The Golden Crow Demon Emperor's eyes narrowed, blazing like the sun with supreme imperial might that no one could look upon directly. The Golden Crow Great Saint trembled in fright and even stumbled over his words.
"You misunderstand, Senior Emperor. This is clearly a member of your Golden Crow Tribe."
Lin Xian coughed softly and issued three denials-I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense-drawing a firm line between himself and the Golden Crow Great Saint.
"A hundred-year-old Quasi-Emperor need not call me senior."
The Golden Crow Emperor gave Lin Xian a long, searching look, then slowly said, "Let us address each other as fellow Daoists from now on. I fear being called senior by you will shorten my life."
"I really am someone from this era," Lin Xian said helplessly. Most of his Quasi-Emperor cultivation had come from gulping down power-enhancing substances. By taking a bite here and piecing something together there, he had finally forged himself into a Flawless Quasi-Emperor.
"I believe that. But will anyone else?"
The emperor chuckled. As a seasoned old hand with abundant experience, he knew that to judge someone, one should look not at what they said, but at what they did.
The current era's prodigies were generally only in the Saint King Realm, while even the monstrous talents from ancient times