"Traitorous rebels, today you shall die!"
The voice roared, rolling like thunder.
Chen Yi calmly gazed at the dense chains of human bones and suddenly asked,
"Do you believe in the Ming'an Divine Sect?"
His voice was neither loud nor soft, carried by the wind, landing precisely beside the ear of the former emperor.
With cold eyes, full of disdain, the former emperor responded,
"As long as it serves me, why wouldn't I believe?"
Chen Yi smiled,
"Very well, I am the Bright Venerable."
The former emperor's expression twisted into puzzlement, but then a sheet of golden paper rose into the air. Chen Yi pinched it with his fingers, and the golden celestial dragon bound by the chains of human bones let out a mournful wail, as though crying, as if shedding tears. Its proud head slowly lowered.
This was the golden paper inheritance of the Ming'an Divine Sect.
The supreme ruler's face froze rigidly.
By the ear came a mocking voice:
"Still not kneeling?"
