Yang Qing had naturally never imagined that one day, he would stand face-to-face with that peerless emperor and negotiate terms.
Indeed, and those terms had been proposed by Emperor Zhetian himself.
Perhaps this earthquake had, to some extent, made Emperor Zhetian reflect on his original plans for the first time.
Or perhaps, after reigning for centuries, this was the first time he had met people who actually refused to take him seriously.
A new thought suddenly occurred to Emperor Zhetian. He did not want Yang Qing to lose his life so soon.
Otherwise, the rest of his life would become exceedingly dull and tedious.
He already had far too many people around him who thought of nothing but obeying him. Now, he was more interested in finding out what methods this young man named Yang Qing would devise next to deal with him.
Emperor Zhetian's proposal sent thoughts surging through Yang Qing's mind as well.
For them, in their current circumstances, Emperor Zhetian's proposal was nothing short of rain arriving just in time.
No matter how capable Yang Qing, Bu Er, and their companion were, he could not deny that the three of them truly could not contend with Emperor Zhetian in a contest of strength.
They had never stood on equal footing to begin with.
And now, before Yang Qing and his companions had even spoken, this Sacred Emperor had taken the initiative to offer them goodwill?
Yang Qing did not feel smug about this. On the contrary, he sensed that Emperor Zhetian must be plotting something even harder to guard against.
Nevertheless, Emperor Zhetian's actions also told Yang Qing one thing.
The Sacred Emperor had encountered a serious problem himself, and he now needed to devote all his strength to dealing with it. He wanted Yang Qing to