"Emperor, since ancient times, only the yellow sands have buried the barren bones. I am indeed curious—when did you reach the pinnacle of the Great Dao?"
After the question slipped out, the emerald-green leaves of the phantom lotus swayed ever so slightly.
It seemed as if it was trying to alleviate its nervousness—and the dense unease that was nearly impossible to dissolve.
It was not solely because the one standing beside it was an emperor at the peak of all, revered and unimaginable.
There were reasons for this.
However, having desired to follow the emperor, this kind of pressure had already faded much and was barely bearable. Thus, it was not the main reason.
The most important was the question it asked.
Ostensibly inquiring about the Emperor's breakthrough moment, it actually carried implied meaning, filled with its own doubts.
It wasn't doubting the Emperor's true power.
Rather, there was perplexity.
