"Lin Yuehua."
When Gu Yuexi uttered those two words in a tone so utterly flat it was as if she were stating a simple fact...
Empress Yuehua's composed face, a mask she had maintained for over a hundred years, finally showed a flicker of change.
The warmth in her eyes vanished completely.
'This little girl…'
'Does she truly know what she's doing?'
In Great Xia, besides those few old fossils of her own generation, how many years had it been since anyone dared to address her by her full name?
She was an Emperor Realm expert, a being who stood at the pinnacle of this world's pyramid.
And this woman before her, whose realm hadn't even stabilized at the Ninth Grade, was no different than an ant in her eyes.
'This isn't confidence anymore. It's ignorance! It's stupidity!'
The last trace of appreciation and amusement in Empress Yuehua's heart dissipated like smoke.
In its place was pure indifference.
