The moment the Emperor spoke, he had already begun sowing discord.
As an Emperor, being adept at all manner of stratagems might simply have been an instinctive habit.
This attempt to sow discord was crude and might have been of little use against these Sages.
But all he needed to do was plant a seed of doubt. That seed might produce unexpected results someday...
The Ji Clan patriarch looked at the unruffled Emperor and shook his head with a sneer. "Why resort to such methods, Your Majesty?"
"They will accomplish nothing and only make you look clumsy."
The Emperor looked up at the three Sages from Saddle Mountain, the Yan Household, and the Qingliang River, and smiled mildly. "Is that so?"
Revered Master Withered Leaf shook his head, looked at the Emperor, and sighed deeply. "Your Majesty, you should hand over the Imperial Qi..."
"Such futile efforts are meaningless."
The Emperor looked at Revered Master Withered Leaf and lazily shook his head. "Even if I handed over the Imperial Qi, do you think the likes of you could use it to obtain the world's Imperial Fortune?"
"Acquiring Imperial Fortune isn't simply a matter of having a high cultivation level..."
The Ji Clan patriarch looked at the Emperor, his eyes brimming with indescribable pride, and laughed triumphantly and wildly. "Hahahaha..."
"At this point, it is time Your Majesty gave up hope."
"It is time for our Ji Clan's heavenly prodigy to emerge..."
The Ji Clan patriarch turned to the crowd of Ji Clan members behind him and abruptly called out.
"Ji Ting!"
As the Ji Clan patriarch's voice fell, a young man slowly stepped out of the crowd, all smiles.
He wore a luxurious brocade robe, his complexion fair, his long hair falling over his shoulders. The serene smile on his