Atop the dragon chair in the Imperial Study Room, Emperor of Great Zhou, Ji Zikong, clad in his dragon robe, exuded authority tinged with a hint of unrestraint.
The Emperor had reigned for over a hundred years and was at least a hundred or two hundred years old, yet Ji Zikong appeared very young, looking almost as if he were in his twenties or thirties.
Only his eyes, which seemed to have weathered through ages, revealed a sense of twilight.
As if he were making a joke with Shen Qing, Ji Zikong suddenly subdued his formidable aura, and with his deep, magnetic voice, he laughed heartily and said, "Indeed a talent."
Shen Qing's demeanor became even more humble, his expression even more submissive, too wary to make any sudden moves.
Ji Zikong continued, "I am already aware of most of what transpired at the Jing Luan Assembly. According to the rules of the assembly, the achievements you've earned deserve great rewards! I ask you, do you desire anything else in your heart?"
