"Luo Qian, do you wish to become an Immortal Emperor?"
Xu Hu's powerful frame trembled, but he remained standing silently at the side, hands lowered. It seemed everyone except Luo Qian had known this would happen. Those caught in the game were blind; those watching from the sidelines saw clearly. Luo Qian had imagined all kinds of trouble he might face, but he had never expected to confront this question: how was he supposed to refuse the throne everyone wanted?
It wasn't that Luo Qian didn't want it. On the contrary, he envied the position. The problem was that every lecher liked beautiful women, but turning a lecher into a beautiful woman was another matter entirely. Perhaps the comparison wasn't quite right, but it captured how Luo Qian felt. Everyone envied celebrities, too, yet if you were offered the chance to become famous overnight, you would have to consider whether it was worth it.
Being Immortal Emperor was splendid, a prize worth fighting over for a lifetime. But Luo Qian was not one of those people. The more you gained, the more you lacked. When you stood at the top of the world, you carried the whole world on your shoulders.
Luo Qian's narrow shoulders were meant to carry only his family and his dreams. As for the whole world... He had never even thought of cornering the entire Immortal Realm's market. A monopoly was bad for any market.
"Luo Qian, do you wish to become an Immortal Emperor?" Luo Qian looked up. The Supreme Pure Emperor's eyes shone like the sun at its zenith as he gazed at him. An unfamiliar feeling suddenly stirred in Luo Qian's heart. Those words, the highest aspiration in countless people's dreams, brushed past his ears like a light breeze. He smiled faintly. "I've