"What did he have you deliver to Sui Zimo?" the cloaked figure asked coldly, questioning the Emperor.
"You... you are not the master, who are you?"
As soon as the Emperor heard this man's words, he realized that this was not the same cloaked person he had dealt with before, the one who had tasked him with a mission.
"No matter who I am, I am your master. You speak too much. Answer my question," the cloaked figure exerted an overwhelming pressure, crushing down on the Emperor, forcing him to kneel on the ground.
"Master, I was wrong. Please forgive me," the Emperor grudgingly bowed down to the cloaked figure.
He should have known, each cloaked figure that came to him was never the same individual. They were all merely servants of his true master.
Yet, in front of these servants, he had to call them master.
