"Greatest One." It had been 12 years since Xinzi heard that form of address. In that time frame, there were moments where our monk forgot his exalted identity, and others where even his divine background faded in the shadows of his mind. But as soon as the five immortals gave their greetings, the memories that Xinzi kept buried sprang back to the surface—bringing alongside them no end of grief. His heart turned cold. The flickering mortal emotions vanished, replaced by the austere dignity of an invulnerable monarch.
"Third, fifth, seventh, ninth, and eleventh elder, My Divine Self didn't expect that the Lord-Regent would dispatch so many Immortals—especially you, third and fifth elders—for a mere escort task," Xinzi said in a calm, inexpressive tone. The five elders trembled at the words, but though they dared not lift their heads, they replied immediately.
