Feng Li made the best inscrutable face he could muster after he was done speaking and tried to sit down, but the three seats available were already occupied. Having no other recourse available, he remained standing with both hands behind his back, looking both proud and a little miffed.

The gasps of expected shock didn’t come; Lu Yun and Qing Han were entirely unmoved, while Yuchi Hanxing was as dispassionate as ever. The Nephrite celestial emperor seemed to have nothing to do with her at all.

“His Majesty has been swapped out! The emperor right now isn’t Zhao Shenguang!” Feng Li paused a moment before placing renewed emphasis on the former. “The emperor is an impostor!”

“And?” Qing Han tilted his head in apparent puzzlement. “The Nephrite emperor is an impostor....