The awkward silence lingered.
The White Emperor's face was expressionless. She appeared calm, but internally, she was filled with anxiety, her imagination already soaring beyond the stratosphere.
That bastard actually walked shoulder to shoulder with Xia'er! That bastard actually shared laughter and conversation with Xia'er! That bastard… Damn it! Fifteen days! What in the world had they been doing? Should I just slap him dead with one palm? No! After all, as a powerhouse in the Emperor Realm, an unrivaled figure, I should possess the magnanimity and demeanor befitting my status, not quibble over these things with a youngster. Absolutely not.
The White Emperor's thoughts churned violently, like molten lava surging and erupting. If her turmoil were a physical substance, it would have already flooded the lands of the Southern Region.
For a long, long time...
