Zhao Yuanli looked down at the sharp-tongued youth, feeling rather bemused. He wasn't particularly annoyed. If he had truly wanted to punish the boy, why go to all the trouble of summoning him to the imperial court? Forget commoners; even a high noble might never get a chance to meet the emperor in their entire life.
An audience with the emperor was an immense honor!
Don't be fooled by the high-tier Martial Artists who seem to disregard imperial authority, coming and going as they please with an air of unyielding pride. That's only because they've never experienced the sweet taste of power!
Otherwise, why would there be so many Celestial Level Tributors in the imperial palace?
