His father's body needed time to recover.
He himself also needed time to prepare for the destruction of the Nine Abyssal Gate and to uncover proof of his identity as the Imperator Jin.
The final battle was not far away.
Yue Mingxuan understood this very clearly.
"I am not comfortable leaving Dongyue in anyone else's hands."
The emperor gave a bitter smile.
"But if I leave it to you, I can feel much more at ease."
"My body truly cannot hold on for much longer. Rather than keeping this throne, I might as well pass it on to you."
"But a Ger becoming emperor..."
Yue Mingxuan hesitated.
"You possesses more talent than any of your brothers."
The emperor sighed.
The fact that his sons had failed to distinguish themselves was undeniable.
"Perhaps my brothers still..."
"I have already made my decision. There is no need to persuade me further."
The emperor shook his head.
"My Mingxuan, I leave him to you."
He looked at Shang Qinghua with an unusually calm gaze.
