For now, only Hua Menghuang had yet to awaken her Aperture; she was still absorbing the white celestial light.
Hong Yuan crossed his arms, a disdainful sneer on his lips, paying no heed to the Daxuan Emperor, who was accustomed to throwing his weight around.
A life-saving grace?
Hmph, do you understand what it means for a favor to be as burdensome as a grudge? Just watch—I, Hong Yuan, will determine the fate of your Daxuan Dynasty!
"AAAAH—" The Daxuan Emperor's anger flared, his brows knitted in fury.
The Daxuan Emperor continued his tirade via private sound transmission, roaring at Hong Yuan, "Bo Qing, you heartless wretch! When you were hunted by the Sect Alliance the world over, who saved you? When you had nowhere to turn, who granted you a fief?! You Demon Tao thief, truly incorrigible!"
Hong Yuan yawned, utterly at ease. To him, the Daxuan Emperor's curses were like a gentle breeze, unable to stir any ripples in his composure.
