"What do you mean?"
Zhao Xiangdu's heart jolted, and he stared at He Pingsheng in disbelief.
Then he turned to Zhou Qingmei. "Qingmei... you... you... you acknowledged him as your master?"
"You became his Heavenly Dao slave?"
He was somewhat furious, and somewhat unable to believe it.
After all, Zhou Qingmei had yet to admit it herself.
Zhou Qingmei said nothing, merely looking at Zhao Xiangdu with contempt written all over her face.
"Say something! Did you? Did you or didn't you?" At that moment, Zhao Xiangdu, a Mahayana Emperor Realm cultivator, completely lost his usual composure.
Zhou Qingmei said, "You can become a Heavenly Dao slave of the Phoenix Race, so why can't I, Zhou Qingmei, become a Heavenly Dao slave of the Human Race?"
Those words utterly enraged Zhao Xiangdu.
All his life, what he had most resented was anyone calling him a slave of the Phoenix Race.
Though he truly was one.
"Zhou Qingmei... you... how can you compare yourself to me?"
"He's a lowly human... he... how can a mere He Pingsheng compare to the Phoenix Race?"
"The Phoenix Race is a Celestial Race! They can give me countless cultivation resources! They could nurture me into the Mahayana Emperor Realm! They could put me on the throne as domain lord of the Immortal Emperor Domain! They gave me the Imperishable Sacred Fire, one of the ten great Innate True Fires!"
"What does this He Pingsheng amount to?"
"What can he give you?"
At that moment, Zhao Xiangdu completely lost his reason.
He himself exposed all those family scandals that should never have been aired in public.
By rights, as a Mahayana Emperor Realm cultivator, his state of mind was stable to the utmost, and under ordinary circumstances, he could never have lost control like this.
But