Zhou Shu's political sensitivity was zero. If he knew what these emperors were thinking, he would definitely spit them in the face and tell them that he was giving them face by calling them 'Your Majesty'. If he didn't give them face, they were nothing.
Zhou Shu had never had any thoughts of being a ruler or a minister. Although he usually liked to call himself a king, he didn't take the king titles of the nine nations seriously.
To him, being the master of the Huaxia Pavilion was more practical than being a king.
"There's no time to lose. Since no one has any objections, let's do it," Zhou Shu said. He raised his hand, and Great Wei's imperial cauldron soared into the sky.
The small cauldron, which was originally the size of a palm, swelled with the wind and instantly became ten feet tall.
Zhou Shu shouted, and spiritual essence surged out of his body.
Great Wei's imperial cauldron shone brightly.
Boom!
