Inside the Royal Garden.

"My Lord! There is a draconic army from the Blue Deep Nation on the horizon!" - Servant

"Hmmmm, really?" - ???

"Yes, my lord." - Servant

"You see the thing is...I truly don't care. Now leave." - ???

"But..." - Servant

As the servant hesitated with it's words, it's head was suddenly dislodged from it's body and could be seen hanging from the wall by Qi in the shape of a spear.

"Hmph, as if I would let a mere servant question me, Lord Willow the Spear Saint." - Lord Willow

After sitting there awhile Lord Willow scoffed.

"A draconic army, huh? Such a thing is truly not worth my time." - Lord Willow

After a while one of many concubines of Lord Willow rushed to Lord Willow's side and stopped in front of him.

"My dear, shall I mobilize the Holy Tree Troops to combat the Blue Deep Nation's draconic army?" - Lord Willow's concubine

After saying this the concubine looked around and saw the servant's head hanging from the wall, yet the concubine acted as though it was nothing special.

"You Shall." - Lord Willow

From these two words Lord Willow's favoritism was clear.

"Thank you, my dearest." - Concubine

The concubine then ran out of the room.

Seeing the concubine take her leave, Lord Willow then took out a mirror that showed the situation of the battle outside.

After swiping his finger in the air a few times the mirror locked onto the image of the Blue Deep Nation's draconic army of which was engaged in combat with the Holy Tree Troops.

"Merely a bunch of lizards, nothing more." - Lord Willow

After 30 minutes of battling the Blue Deep Nation's draconic army was demolished while the not a single Holy Tree Troop was harmed.

"Now that that's been tended too I can slumber." - Lord Willow

After Lord Willow spoke he begun to walked towards a hole in the ground that seemed to be just enough to bury him.

When he reached the hole he called on his most trusted aide to bury him.

A few minutes later...

Lord Willow couldn't be seen as the dirt fully encased his body. Lord Willow embraced the darkness around him and began to fall asleep but he was suddenly interrupted by the smell of smoke around him.

As the smell shifted it's way through the dirt and into Lord Willow's nose he realized what had happened. His most trusted aide had burnt his grave but alas it was too late. As Lord Willow accepted his death he swore that if he were to ever be reborn he would rule it all, he swore that every inch of the soil he walked on would be his.

Spear Saint Lord Willow killed, 80,000,000,000 Exp obtained.

The aide laughed.