"How dare you!"
The Fire Emperor broke out in an enraged shout, "You have the audacity to act in such a defiant and dishonest manner! How dare you claim to be the Prince Consort? The true Prince Consort fell sick a year ago and died only recently. I’ve witnessed all this with my own eyes. If what you said was true, and that my beloved Concubine stole your spiritual roots, how did you manage to cultivate up to such a high cultivation level within a year? Do you think that I managed to become the Emperor by being a fool?"
As soon as his words were spoken, the crowd finally regained their senses once again.
"That’s right. If his spiritual roots and cultivation level were truly taken away from him, that would mean he was as good as a cripple. How could he cultivate up to the Original Infant Stage level seven within a year?"
"That’s absolutely impossible!"
