Qi Wu looked at Di Tian as he bowed and fell silent for a moment.
Then he smiled. "The Human Emperor invited me? Of course I'll go." He paused and raised the milk tea in his hand. "Can I finish this first?"
Di Tian straightened up. Looking at the milk tea in Qi Wu's hand, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly. "Of course. The Human Emperor said there's no rush."
Qi Wu nodded and leisurely sipped his milk tea.
The spectator area fell silent, and everyone watched him. He drank slowly, at ease, as though an audience with the Human Emperor mattered less than this cup of milk tea.
Li Chen fidgeted anxiously and whispered to Su Li, "Su Li, isn't Mr. Qi Wu... a little too calm?"
Su Li shot him a glance. "Do you think everyone's like you, going weak in the knees whenever they see Father?"
Li Chen said, "...That's not weak knees. That's reverence!"
Su Li couldn't be bothered with him.
Qi Wu finally finished the last sip of his milk tea and handed the empty cup to Jiang Qingyue. "Thanks, Qingyue. That was delicious~"
Jiang Qingyue took the cup with a faint smile.
Qi Wu turned to Di Tian. "Let's go."
Di Tian nodded and stepped aside. "After you."
The two walked side by side out of the Battle Platform.
Deep within the Imperial Palace, in a study.
This was no glittering grand hall, only an ordinary study. Ancient books filled the rosewood shelves, a few plum blossoms stood in a vase in the corner, and the faint scent of sandalwood incense lingered in the air.
A white-haired old man sat in a chair by the window, leafing through an ancient book.
He wore a plain gray robe. His face was aged, its wrinkles