Greathorns's voice was still the same as Wu Qi remembered, dry as if two clumps of sand were rubbing against each other, emotionless and toneless. The moment Wu Qi heard it, he felt very uncomfortable as if someone had just shoved a handful of sand into his throat.
"You can't die!" That was his first sentence.
"Go back and teach your sons!" That was his second sentence.
"You can go now!" Finally, Greathorns sent the three emperors of the gods away with this simple sentence.
It was neat and clean, without any unnecessary words. Green Emperor, White Emperor, and Black Emperor were choked up by his words. They stared at him for a while, then Green Emperor smiled bitterly and said, "My lord, we thank you for saving our lives! But we're badly wounded now, and if we leave now..."
