Emperor Xuan Yuan's eyes were practically spitting fire out of fury. However, seeing that he was facing the danger of so many people, his intention to revolt was suppressed.
Just a while ago, he was still laughing at the crowd who were holding their heads and fleeing from the huge pot. Now, he had become the person he was laughing at.
The huge pot did not appear to have the intention to stop. Each smash was more powerful than the one before. It seemed to be going all out, venting all its fury, smashing so hard that Emperor Xuan Yuan who was earlier pretending to be strong had totally lost it and was on the verge of tears.
"What do you want? What exactly do you want? Did I not just bring people to ambush you? Do you need to bully people like this?"
Feng Ruqing looked at Emperor Xuan Yuan's crying face and waved her hand to stop the huge pot's actions. She smiled, gently rubbed her chin, and stared at the old man who stood before her.
