"Sir, your delegate has returned!" the chamberlain announced the news in the strictly protocolized way. Even though he was shouting, his head was lowered.
In the face of the Star Emperor, not even his direct attendants dared to stare at his glorious face.
"He may enter," a young man laying in a luxurious bed with a jade beauty glued to each of his sides said. His long, dark hair sprawled around the vast array of decorated pillows. In his private chambers, the Star Emperor didn't bother with wearing any clothes, opting to conduct his day naked as to never have to waste even a moment when a wish to dual cultivates with his concubines would come forth.
"Sir," the chamberlain replied, lowering his head even further. This feat alone was worthy of the three stars tattooed on the man's face. In a sense, without the help of cultivation-backed psychique, no man would be able to lower his head so low.
