He looked at his son coldly and asked.
"Uhm…" Ming Fucheng was stunned by his words.
However, he quickly composed himself and continued, "Father, I'm telling the truth. I wanted to capture them, but their cultivation levels are even higher than Zhan Beiye's. All the shadow guards I brought were no match for them.
"That's why I didn't obtain anything and instead lost the 10 cities. This is my fault. I'm willing to take full responsibility. I will accept whatever punishments come without complaints, as long as you can vent your anger."
The Yueming Emperor took a deep breath.
How could he vent his anger? It was impossible to reclaim the lost cities. He would not be appeased, even if he killed his son.
"Father, you can punish me however you want, but I have to obtain that artifact. If I do, you can use it to go to other planes in the future."
Ming Fucheng looked at the Yueming Emperor nervously.
