The Heavenly Emperor raised his hand to stop the reprimanding crowd; he was not angry.
"I know," he adjusted his wide sleeves, hands folded behind his back, "rumors are spreading across the Great Wilderness, saying the Suiren Clan bestowed great grace upon all beings, and to thank them, beings offered a sliver of their consciousness, which then coalesced into the Emperor Sword;
"It is also said that it was for the Emperor Sword that I resorted to any means necessary to destroy the Suiren Clan."
He looked toward the elder of the Suiren Clan.
"Then I ask you, what of the Heavenly Emperor Fu Xi and the Earth Emperor Nuwa who created humans and mended the heavens—do their merits not surpass those of the Suiren Clan? Why don't they have the Emperor Sword?"
"This..." The Suiren elder was at a loss for words.
The Nuwa Clan, long dissatisfied, sneered coldly.
