"What's going on?" the Jiajing Emperor asked indifferently, addressing Shao Yuanjie.
"Your Majesty, this man spoke nonsense during the sacrifice to heaven, claiming 'Your Majesty has sinned'."
"Zhengyi Realm Master, do not spit blood!" Li Changzhou stood up.
All the Taoist nuns and palace maids' hearts skipped a beat.
The man was handsome, with a tall and slender figure. The sun on the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month was brilliant and clear, making him look like a god from the heavens.
Alchemists favored by the Jiajing Emperor, if not for their cultivation, must at least pass the test in looks; others like Tie Guaili and Jigong shouldn't even bother joining the fray.
Any one of them standing here would look like a true immortal on the path to enlightenment, capable of playing the Heavenly Venerate of the Primordial Beginning without any problem in later generations.
