Zhao Yi held the yellow paper in his hand, made a firm decision, and recited once again:
"Get up here and enjoy the sacrifice, don't you damn well refuse my offer!"
Although he yelled like this, in his heart he was constantly explaining to himself.
By doing this, he wasn't intentionally disrespecting the Great Emperor, but rather he wanted to tip off the emperor, to be a loyal advisor!
Anyway, he was already knee-deep in trouble with the Great Emperor, and if he wanted to survive with his family, simply admitting guilt wasn't enough; he had to take a different path.
The effect was obvious.
The extinguished flame on the yellow paper reignited, and the three-colored radiance on the Tomb Master's body trembled violently.
However, when the yellow paper burned to a third, it extinguished again, and the radiance on the Tomb Master's body stabilized once more.
Zhao Yi's mouth twitched.
