Jiang Ziyu's mischievous smile froze on his face.
"Finished..."
Jiang Ziyu uttered only one word before being submerged in boundless chaos.
But it wasn't long.
The chaos returned to normal, and Jiang Ziyu leisurely flew out, mumbling softly, "Why is Emperor Ye's temper so irritable now? I can't be too arrogant, or if he kills me, I'll be in real trouble."
"But it's truly surprising, who would have thought even Emperor Ye has a wife and daughter now..."
"As a senior, perhaps I should gift my descendants something."
"What should I give?"
Jiang Ziyu strolled in the cosmic starry sky, reaching into his bosom.
The first thing he took out was a palm-sized conical shield.
This shield glimmered with golden light.
It appeared extraordinary.
"This Golden Light Shield, though a Great Saint Dao Weapon, seems a bit unimpressive to gift..."
"Forget it."
Jiang Ziyu put it back and fished out another treasure.
This time, the treasure was a snow-white ball of embroidery.
