No one expected that Taihua would openly admit it like this.
Worthy of being the Ruler of Order, unwilling to defend herself or find any excuse.
What's done is done.
What do you want then?
The Silver King's eyes lowered, even the most ruthless Sword Sect Path couldn't conceal the sorrow and anger in her eyes, like clouds gathering in the sky, brewing a stormy power.
The Golden King was not surprised, saying expressionlessly, "You admitted it."
"Why not?"
Taihua paced to the edge of the ridge, the wind swayed her black coat, rustling: "Since ancient times, the throne of the world has been for the capable, since he can, why can't I?"
She gazed down at the desolate desert, her long black hair blowing in the wind, her pale skin glinting with a brilliant golden hue, her dark coat flared like an imperial robe, regal and imposing.
