The booming voice—heavy with imperial pride and exhaustion—echoed across the entire Feng Ran Pavilion.
"I am Dai Tianfeng, Emperor of the Star Luo Empire!"
"I have come specifically to apologize to Lord Deity for my rebellious son Dai Mubai's offense against Divinity!"
His declaration cut clearly through the glass doors.
For a moment, everyone inside the shop paused.
Chrysanthemum Douluo, who had been wiping tears with his treasured silk handkerchief, froze mid-dab.
Golden Crocodile Douluo's fervent, worshipful expression stiffened.
Even Bibi Dong's amethyst eyes, burning with jealousy as the Blue Silver Emperor rubbed against Lin Feng's cheek, instinctively flicked toward the door.
Dai Tianfeng?
Emperor of Star Luo?
Oh.
Him.
And then—
Everyone resumed what they were doing.
Chrysanthemum Douluo continued crying.
Gold Crocodile Douluo continued fawning.
Bibi Dong continued glaring daggers at the Blue Silver Emperor.
It was as if the apology of the ruler of a great empire was nothing more than the barking of a stray dog wandering past the window.
A mortal emperor?
Before the senior, he wasn't even worth the effort of turning their heads.
Meanwhile, outside—
Dai Tianfeng stood rigid.
It had only been one day since Zhu Zhuyun publicly crushed Dai Mubai at court and left under the grand escort of Ning Fengzhi and the Spirit Hall elites.
But to Dai Tianfeng—
This day felt like the most suffocating, humiliating day of his entire life.
Worse than the time his brothers teamed up to ambush him during the succession battle.
That rebellious son Dai Mubai had done something unforgivable—offending a Divinity.
One wrong move, and the entire Dai family would be doomed for generations.
But even that wasn't what nearly killed him.
It was Zhu Chenfei.
That old fox had been riding on his head ever since Zhu Zhuyun returned.
Straight back, chin up, nose in the sky—as if he were the true Emperor of Star Luo.
Every matter—
Choosing atonement gifts,
Selecting treasures from the palace vault,
Arranging the procession—
That old man pointed and commanded the civil and military officials like they were his personal servants.
If it were just him, Dai Tianfeng could still endure.
What drove him insane were his own ministers—
the same ministers who normally kowtowed to him three times and nine times.
Now?
"Lord Zhu is truly wise!"
"This matter should be left entirely to Lord Zhu's judgment!"
"Lord Zhu, does this gift list meet your expectations? If not, this lowly official will redo it!"
Every "Lord Zhu" was spoken with more affection than they ever used calling him "Your Majesty."
Dai Tianfeng's blood pressure soared so high he nearly vomited blood on the spot.
By the end, he couldn't endure it anymore.
He directly skipped half the ceremonial preparations, forcibly moved the schedule ahead, and set off for Spirit City a full day early—
Because if he stayed for even one more hour, he feared Zhu Chenfei would anger him to death before the Divinity even got the chance.
After racing to Spirit City, they headed straight for the Supreme Pontiff Palace.
Where else would a Divinity reside?
But what did they find?
No Divinity.
No attendants.
The entire palace was practically empty.
Only a few guards stood at the entrance.
Dai Tianfeng had to bribe one of them with a hundred gold coins before they finally learned:
The Divinity didn't live in the Supreme Pontiff Palace.
He lived in…
"Feng Ran Pavilion."
A restaurant.
Everyone from Star Luo went blank.
A Divinity…
Running a restaurant?
How did these two concepts even belong in the same universe?
But regardless—
Even if the Divinity lived in a pigsty or an outhouse, Dai Tianfeng was going to kneel today.
After asking for directions several times, they finally approached the legendary Feng Ran Pavilion.
From afar, the entrance looked lively.
More than a dozen people were gathered—some kneeling, some standing, some collapsed on the ground.
Dai Tianfeng had planned to kneel and apologize the moment he arrived.
But his final shred of imperial dignity whispered:
Not… in front of this many onlookers, right?
So he decided to first announce his identity in a booming voice.
Surely, once they heard an Emperor had arrived to apologize, these people would move aside respectfully.
Then he could kneel with dignity.
But unexpectedly—
His proud imperial roar…
Was treated like a mosquito buzzing past.
A few people glanced back impatiently.
Then turned around again.
No reaction.
No acknowledgment.
Nothing.
Dai Tianfeng nearly exploded.
He was so furious his face was darker than the bottom of a burnt wok.
He strode forward angrily and slapped the shoulder of the nearest man—someone standing alone, staring dazedly at the L-shaped metal object in his hands.
"Hey!"
"Are you deaf? Didn't you hear that I've arrived?!"
"Hurry up and—"
But he didn't finish.
The man slowly turned his head.
Dai Tianfeng's heart stopped.
Those bloodshot eyes…
The ice-cold, murderous aura…
Every instinct of an eighty-ninth ranked Spirit Douluo screamed:
Run!!!
This man…
This man cannot be provoked!!!
But it was already too late.
Qian Daoliu—
Who'd been staring blankly at the shattered Seraphim scepter in his hands, on the verge of a heart attack—
Now had someone pat his shoulder and arrogantly shout in his ear:
"Get lost."
His mind buzzed.
All the rage, humiliation, and grief that had built up to the breaking point—
Finally—
Exploded.
Without hesitation, he swung the L-shaped broken scepter—
And slammed it directly onto Dai Tianfeng's royal forehead.
BANG!
A blow so solid it made everyone's scalp tingle.
"What the hell are you shouting about!"
Qian Daoliu roared, voice hoarse and trembling with fury.
"Who do you think you ARE?!"
Dai Tianfeng was completely stunned.
Golden stars burst before his eyes.
His forehead throbbed with scorching pain.
He staggered backward, almost falling.
His mind went blank.
Who am I?
Where am I?
Who just hit me?!
He shook his head, forcing his vision to refocus, and glared at the "guard" who dared strike him.
Then—
He finally recognized the face.
And his soul nearly left his body.
Qian…
Qian Daoliu?!
The High Priest of Spirit Hall?!
A Rank 99 Peerless Douluo?!
Why… why was he HERE?!
His entire brain crashed.
He opened his mouth, stammering to salvage the situation.
"Grea— Grea—"
BANG!!!
Qian Daoliu slammed the scepter down again, mercilessly.
"Great your damn ancestor!!!"
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