Liu Shengming maintained a Maitreya-like smile on his round face. His eyes gleamed brightly as he said, "Goddess, why are you occupying the throne? Could you be harboring ambitions for the crown?"
Gu Xiaosang caressed the golden yellow armrests, her dignified expression fading away as she smiled sweetly. "For this throne, there were many who have fought openly and schemed secretly. It makes it appear quite precious, indeed. I can't help feeling curious. Now, the time to depart is near and opportunity is just at hand. How can I not give it a try?"
"Now that I'm sitting on it, it's just so-so. It's nothing more than an ordinary chair."
She gradually got up from the throne in a relaxed manner.
Though Gu Xiaosang had mixed up the idea behind the throne, that was not Liu Shengming's main point. He said, with his expression unchanging, "Goddess, are you leaving? Prince Qi has yet to condense his Dharmakaya. In fact, he's having much trouble doing so..."
