Not only was Zu An not frightened by the emperor’s outburst, he almost burst out laughing instead. He’d had almost the exact same thoughts in mind, although he wasn’t thinking about a market, but a public restroom.

Honestly, though, it wasn’t fair for the emperor to berate them like this. Even though the guards had been rather ineffective, it was because their enemies had the upper hand from the start. The most notable group of assassins—the Shadow Group—and the elites of the Devil Sect had both shown up. Even a grandmaster had appeared, and yet the emperor, the most powerful cultivator, had failed to show. What were these guards supposed to do?

What the hell is this emperor doing anyway?

Zu An wondered if he should announce his arrival. He wasn’t so keen on being caught in the crossfire.

The eunuch outside spoke. “My Lord Eleven, His Majesty has asked that you enter as soon as you arrive.”

Zu An was overcome with blessed relief. “Thank you.”

He entered carefully, and was shocked...