"Junior brother, what...?" Emperor Ziwei's eyes were complex, uncertain of what to say.
"Brother, believe it or not, the position of Heavenly Emperor is just the beginning; I will assuredly become a Saint in the future, but now I need my brother's help." Ye Xuan spoke earnestly, his words filled with immense confidence.
Looking at Ye Xuan's expectant gaze, Emperor Ziwei's expression changed. He knew Ye Xuan wanted him to stay at the Heavenly Court. Caught in great hesitation, he took a deep breath, and after some moments, lifted his gaze towards Ye Xuan with a determined look, and said, "Very well, since my junior brother seeks the Saint Position, Ziwei is not a coward. I will lend you a helping hand."
Three days and nights passed.
