As soon as the words "His Highness King Qin" were uttered, the world within the painting fell entirely silent.
Such silence was truly like a painting, with the water ceasing to flow, the wind stopping its stir, frozen completely in time....
"Your Majesty commands the highest respect, yet how can a mere King Qin be worthy of being addressed as 'His Highness'?"
"If it were a King of Qin appointed by me, then certainly he wouldn't be worth of such a title, but this King Qin of yours..." The Emperor said with a cold laugh, "wasn't appointed by me, was he..."
The cup in Chen Qing's hand instantly turned to powder, and within this painted world, it dispersed like ink in water, creating an extraordinary scene, while Chen Qing's aura also became extremely peculiar, blending into his surroundings as if he were one with the entire painting.
"When did you see through me?"
