For a time, they all sent voice transmissions, trying to persuade him.
They feared he might lose control of his temper, accidentally offend the Eastern Emperor, and make things too awkward.
If he displeased this peerless Heavenly Pride of limitless potential, a rift might form between him and their Holy Land.
"No, no, I couldn't be happier..."
The Purple Mansion Holy Lord's face was pale.
His voice trembled slightly, carrying a trace of fear.
He had not been angry just then at all. He had been frightened-or rather, nearly frightened senseless.
It was not merely the Purple Mansion Saintess's outrageous cultivation speed that had shocked him. He was even more stunned by the abyss-deep, ocean-vast saint might radiating from Taiyi, which he alone could sense.
He had once been granted an audience with the Female Saint of the Yaoguang Holy Land. Yet the terrifying power the man before him held in reserve was even more frightening than hers.
It made his very soul quake and tremble, leaving him unable to stop himself from wanting to kneel.
Had Taiyi not deliberately reined in most of his pressure,
that saint might would probably have already crushed him flat against the ground.
Chapter 442: Half the Dao Scripture? The Eastern Emperor's Betrothal Gift
A Saint?
How was that possible?
The Purple Mansion Holy Lord roared inwardly.
At this moment, his heart was filled with horror.
He stared blankly at the smiling Eastern Emperor before him, who looked utterly untroubled and as calm as a gentle breeze beneath light clouds. His mouth hung open, and he trembled, unable to speak.
He was certain this was not the pressure of some Saint Weapon or Emperor Weapon, but an aura released by the Eastern Emperor himself.
They had not seen each other for only a