"You're too arrogant, Zi Chong..."
At this moment, in the eyes of the people of the five regions, Zi Chong seemed like an underage girl, fitting her own size.
She was completely dazed, entirely unprepared for this turn of events.
And surrounding her, in a faintly reprimanding tone, preaching Lord Shou became the grandmaster:
"You know very well the awkward position of the Holy Palace; if you don't want to be the blade for a borrowed knife, there are countless ways to negotiate with me."
"Yet you chose the worst way. If you had the Sword Ancestor's advantage, War Ancestor's courage, perhaps I'd still choose to bow."
"But you, a mere Holy Emperor."
Ah?
This 'mere' left Zi Chong completely at a loss.
The spectators of the five regions were equally stupefied, their thoughts unable to process the change.
Is a Holy Emperor some kind of lowly dog, so abundant on the streets it can be described as 'mere'?
