The Jade Emperor, radiating ten thousand beams of divine light, was likely the same Jade Emperor Lin Shen had seen when he first visited the Immortal Court. Back then, however, Lin Shen's eyesight had been too poor, and he could only make out the Jade Emperor's silhouette amid the resplendent divine radiance.
Moreover, the Jade Emperor back then had spoken to Lin Shen in a solemn, official tone. Even without seeing his face, merely hearing his voice would have made one think he was some high-ranking official, immortal, sacred Buddha, or similarly exalted being.
Yet when the Jade Emperor now said that his beloved minister had worked hard, his words clearly carried intense emotion, immediately giving Lin Shen a strong sense of familiarity.
When he looked up at the Jade Emperor again, Lin Shen's current super-long-range vision pierced through the blazing divine light, revealing a familiar face.
It was the face of a middle-aged man, at the very peak of masculine charm. The youthful awkwardness was gone, as was the air of elderly decline. It was precisely the finest era of a man's life.
But the more Lin Shen looked at that face, the more familiar it seemed. He could not help crying inwardly, Tian Shu... Isn't this what that bastard Emperor Tian Shu looked like in middle age? And that first sentence—no matter how I hear it, it sounds like Emperor Tian Shu's voice. Was he talking about me just now? Other than Tian Shu, nobody should address me like that, right? Could the Jade Emperor be Tian Shu?
Impossible... How could that be possible... Didn't Tian Shu get taken away to mine after ascending...? Lin Shen felt that his own guess was absurd. How could Tian Shu possibly be the Jade Emperor?
But on second thought, Tian Shu