"You won't agree?"
Han Li's gaze flickered, and his tone remained calm, as if chatting with an acquaintance, "The White Emperor misses you very much."
"You..."
Emperor Changfeng's pupils shrank slightly. Han Li might seem peaceful, but he was unmistakably threatening him.
The White Emperor had been suppressed and killed by Han Li, and he missed him?
Was this meant to send him to meet the White Emperor below and reminisce with him?
"Sigh~"
After staring intently at Han Li for a while, Emperor Changfeng suddenly sighed; his whole demeanor deflated again.
It seemed that Han Li was sure of his position, and Emperor Changfeng appeared to have no choice, not even the strength to resist.
"What do you want to ask? I'll try to withhold nothing," Emperor Changfeng said, his expression one of dejection, as if he had aged a hundred thousand years in an instant.
Even during the Ancient Era, he had never been in such a predicament, as helpless as a lamb at the mercy of others.
