"Over a hundred years now," the old man sat across from Gu Tao, while Satania bowed down to pour him some red wine: "Try this, see how it differs from the fine wines of Earth, it should bring back memories of your hometown."
"Hold on," Gu Tao frowned, "Why are you here?"
"It's not your place to ask me questions," the old man was as imperious as ever in his memories, his tone calm but brooking no argument.
Gu Tao let out a cold chuckle: "Do you still think you're the Emperor? Do you think I'm still that Marsha?"
The old man paused, then let out a light chuckle: "If your father hadn't been so stubborn, you might well have been the Emperor by now."
"Grandpa, we haven't had an Emperor for 2,700 years," Gu Tao said.
The old man's eyes slightly narrowed, then he placed his scepter on the table, which rolled toward Gu Tao, and asked with a scornful tone, "Is that so?"
Well, he is the Emperor...
