"Why are you so enraged, Sacred Emperor?"
Yang Qing regarded Emperor Zhetian calmly. He first bowed, then continued, neither servile nor overbearing. "May I ask what we have done to displease you, Sacred Emperor?"
Emperor Zhetian narrowed his eyes at Yang Qing. "Yang Qing, surely you know why I have come. Why pretend to be so innocent?"
Yang Qing said, "Precisely because I do not know, I must ask you to explain, Sacred Emperor."
The Heavenly Dao always governed heaven and earth.
Even with his extraordinary abilities, Emperor Zhetian had to abide by the rules of this world. If he overstepped his bounds, the Heavenly Dao would punish him.
That was why Emperor Zhetian had been so cautious in all his schemes.
He was not afraid of Yang Qing. He was worried that going too far would bring heavenly punishment upon him.
The more someone desired to ascend, the more they cared about the twists and turns involved.
Looking at Yang Qing's utterly composed face, Emperor Zhetian felt slighted.
A mere ant, yet he dared act so insolently before him!
"Yang Qing, do not think this will make me let you off lightly."
Yang Qing shook his head slightly. "I know full well you will not let me off lightly. That is why I am speaking the truth."
"Given what you have in mind, Sacred Emperor, would you spare us if we dealt with you cautiously?"
Emperor Zhetian snorted. "Of course not."
How many years had he languished in the mortal world before finally finding such a perfectly suited mortal body?
How could he possibly give it up?
"Since you will not show us mercy whether we are cautious or not, Sacred Emperor, why should we be cautious?"
Yang Qing said, "Naturally, we might as well do as we please."