The old man looked at Li Qiye and asked: “Then what are you here for?”

Li Qiye said: “This world requires an Immortal Emperor like you, the people of the hundred races need you even if I don’t.”

“I’m old now.” The emperor shook his head: “I know just how much weight I carry, my little skills can’t do much now. There are too many emperors in this world; the hundred races have some top ones too so I make no difference.”

Li Qiye shook his head: “You’re wrong there. I’m not telling you to go to the battlefield, it’s not something you want to do either.”

“Then what is it?” The old man asked.

“Mediation.” Li Qiye smiled deviously: “Just imagine, the emperors on both sides are ready to go all out with their sleeves rolled up. At that exact second, foul diarrhea rains down from the sky and makes the battlefield unbearable, even staining some of the emperors. Are...