Persuaded by the eleven non-humankind emperors, Piji Nu sat back into his seat. He was utterly discomfited. Gritting his teeth, he stared at Ji Hao with a bone-deep hatred. He even seemed to squeeze his three eyeballs out of his eye sockets and smash them on Ji Hao's face.
Ji Hao still had his spirit beast. Piji Nu hated Ji Hao so much, but he dared not to start more conflicts. Instead, he remained sitting and silent.
"Good! Talk, let's talk." Polo Jia, the Flow Moon Emperor, glanced at Piji Nu's awfully darkened face and slowly nodded.
