"Read the decree to me now!" Shi Feng demanded coldly as he glared at Long Xing.
"Very well! Excellent, Shi Feng! I shall not quarrel with you, but your disrespect towards the Holy Emperor of the Great Tianmiao Empire shall be reported to his Imperial Majesty, hmph!" Long Xing snorted, now referring to himself as 'I'—a term reserved for the sovereign. In his heart, Shi Feng was as good as dead. Daring to show disrespect towards the Holy Emperor of the Heavenly Mist Empire meant Shi Feng's ten heads wouldn't suffice if the Emperor were enraged.
