Lu Yun shrank in on himself.

“I am not a senior!” Bai Zhaoju repeated seriously. “Don’t call me that!” He gave the matter some deliberation. “Call me brother… but we ain’t friends. Call me White Emperor then! That’s right, White Emperor! An emperor of his territory… Hahaha, that’s a fantastic name!”

Lu Yun stared at him dumbly, at a loss for words. “The... White Emperor?”

“Yah, that’s right!” Bai Zhaoju nodded earnestly. “Once I reach the chaos realm, the title of White Emperor will be known throughout the great wilderness!

“Ling Weiyang will be the Azure Emperor, Chi Biaonu, the Crimson Emperor, and Zhi Guangji, the Black Emperor! Hahaha, we’ll be the emperors of...