Zu An almost fell over in shock.

He thought that the emperor had made him stay because he wanted to grant him some rewards in private. He’d been happily awaiting the emperor to bestow on him his well-deserved rewards for saving so many people today, only for the emperor to hit him with this line.

Bro, what the hell?

His hairs were all standing on end, and he instinctively wanted to flee, but he forced himself to calm down. Even though the emperor was speaking through the mirror, killing him would be easy enough, given the emperor’s cultivation. After all, just a single appearance by him had been enough to decide matters in Brightmoon City.

Furthermore, he had just faced off against Qiu Honglei’s master, and had been able to easily defeat her despite not being in the palace at all.

If even a glorious grandmaster wasn’t a match for him, his own cultivation was worthless.

Zu An took a deep breath. He braced himself and said, “Your Majesty is not being fair. I...