"Breath of the Holy Emperor?"
Timothy looked at Zachary like he was an idiot.
But Zachary, far from backing down, seemed even more smug. "The path of cultivation is long and arduous. Keeping your lover by your side isn't just about spouting useless nonsense.
People who dare to flaunt their love here without real power... they're just a joke, haha."
"Man, just when it was a decent gathering, a fool shows up."
Timothy sighed helplessly, pulled a small wooden box from his space ring, and handed it to Sylvia.
"Honey, blow into this."
"Why should I blow into it?"
Sylvia took the box, slightly puzzled. After hesitating for a moment, she gently blew into it.
After sealing the box, Timothy presented it to Zachary, saying, "Funny enough, I have a Breath of the Holy Emperor right here."
"You're kidding, right?"
Zachary was almost fuming with anger.
