"For my sake?"
The Great Palace Master only found it laughable.
He, a dignified Yang God Perfection, now the only Strongest in the world!
He needed the Holy Emperor to make considerations for him?
"..."
However, the Holy Emperor did not open his mouth to explain.
He merely smiled, then used a meaningful gaze to look at this old opponent he had crossed paths with for so many years.
Three hundred years.
The Holy Emperor had cultivated in this world for three hundred years.
The Great Palace Master was not far off.
In these three hundred years, the two had begun crossing hands in their youth, contending all the way up until they reached the summit, never truly deciding a definite higher or lower, victory or defeat. But there was one thing the Great Palace Master knew clearly in his heart… although he possessed the Sky Vault Inheritance and could borrow the Star Gate for Divination.
Yet, with these eyes of the Holy Emperor, in many matters, he saw farther than him.
