Glancing at the visitor, Zhao Jundu pointed at his watch. “You’re five minutes late.”

That person threw himself into the chair and unceremoniously sized Zhao Jundu up from head to toe. “You bastard, how did you get yourself into this state? I thought an Imperial marshal would be nothing short of awe-inspiring. Who would’ve thought you’d be drenched in blood?” 

Zhao Jundu replied expressionlessly, “I’m still doing better than a fellow who couldn’t even become a marshal.”

That person shot to his feet. “This daddy will become a marshal sooner or later. What’s so good about being a marshal? The difficult step is becoming a heavenly monarch!”

Zhao Jundu broke into a laugh. “Did anyone say you have a chance?”

That person’s momentum deflated sharply. “No…”

Zhao Jundu leaned forward while holding the hand rests. “Do you think you can reach that level?”

The deflation intensified. “This daddy is a man capable of breaking through the heavens. A mere heavenly monarch… is still… fairly difficult.”

“Forget the sky for now, can you...