Chu Tianxing slowly stood up, looking at the old man daring to interrupt his business, seeing him dressed like an actor in colorful clothes, a clown. Chu Tianxing's eyes were indifferent, and he spoke in a low voice:
"Former Emperor, what do you mean?"
Li Shude paid no attention to this celestial being; he just looked at the emperor sitting there. The emperor also looked into his eyes, seeing that usual frivolous gaze now filled with melancholy, like a rusty long sword being suddenly drawn, emitting a sharp, cold intent.
Li Shude softly said, "Emperor, my son."
"You already killed your brother and imprisoned your father."
"Now, do you intend to give away your empire as well?"
Chu Tianxing's face darkened. Former Emperor Li Shude stepped onto the Temple of Heaven one step at a time. The emperor watched him, with a strange yet familiar feeling rising within. He suddenly remembered a hunting trip in his youth to the lands of the Qin, where he encountered a fierce tiger.
