The handsome fatty let out another long, mournful sigh. His shoulders drooped dramatically as though he carried the weight of the entire world upon them.
"I truly didn't expect to run into the Divine Emperor of Death."
His voice echoed across the hall, instantly grasping the attention of all, including the Supreme One's.
He slowly paced before the gathered elders, hands clasped behind his back.
"Two months ago, right before the start of Desolate Era, I was near the Southern Abyssal Sea. I happened to discover a low cultivation base junior sneaking through a strong spatial tunnel and naturally, being the righteous, courageous, handsome and peerless Peak Primarch I am, I chased after him."
Several elders instantly rolled their eyes. Wasn't this just a bandit seeking to loot treasures?
