The Eastern Emperor looked much better compared to the appearance of the Northern Emperor’s hydra. Dressed as a scholar, he was in a long moon-white robe. He also looked young in his early thirties, but he was also wearing an academic cap with a huge brush. He appeared to be very knowledgeable at a glance.
Alex asked Ancestor Bodhi, “Sir, do you know the Eastern Emperor?”
Ancestor Bodhi looked disdainful. “He isn’t a hundred millennia-old bigwig, so how does he qualify to be in my memory? Look at his appearance. He looks similar to a pretender I used to know. He would put on a pretense wherever he went, fearing the others would not know he was a scholar.”
Alex glanced at the Eastern Emperor. He really looked similar.
While they were looking at the Eastern Emperor, he also looked over.
When he saw Neela’s main body, he was slightly startled. When he saw the flaming phoenix, Lecia, his eyes changed completely. They became passionate, excited, or rather, a hint of greed flashed across them.
“The world of America, the core of the world in the ancient era, the sanctuary in our eyes! This is indeed a worthwhile trip!”
The Eastern Emperor said with a smile. His voice was very gentle. Moreover, he immediately lifted his brush and wrote words in the air.
Three words were written: [A worthwhile trip!]
Alex froze as he looked at the words. He thought of how such an incredible figure, an emperor of a particular kingdom of God, could have written some universally appreciated quatrain. It turned out to be such simple three words to his surprise.
In addition, a woman dressed in an ancient outfit next to the Eastern Emperor, who completely looked like a zealot, looked up at the huge words in the sky as if she wanted to kneel and worship them. She extolled loudly, “Emperor, these three words are well-written. Each stroke contains a heavenly law, and each alphabet forms a world of its own. ‘A worthwhile trip’. Not only is it an artistic conception, but it is also a realm. Emperor, you have achieved another breakthrough in your writing.”
The eastern Emperor laughed as he said, “It’s just an occasional gain, but I’m very satisfied with these three words.”
Bleurgh!
Dorothy suddenly clutched her chest and vomited.
Alex said, “Writing words is not a big deal, but it’s a great talent for being to write poetry.”
Eastern Emperor Mooncrate asked, “Can you write as well?”
Alex was helpless. “Fine! I’ll write a few words and show you!”
He did not use a pen, but he wrote words in the air with his finger. He wrote the strokes elegantly as his finger moved.
“Most of the righteous ones are ordinary people engaged in lowly occupations, and those who act against their consciences are mostly intellectual ones!”
Alex had written such a line. It deeply angered the Eastern Emperor right there and then.
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