The three of them dashed up to Jiang Ding's floor in a fluster, feeling somewhat as if they were fleeing in panic.
The Fusang Empress and Gong Caiyu looked at the Human Emperor with a strange expression.
Pretending to be young?
Just now, was this guy pretending to be young?
Trying to transform himself into a sixteen or seventeen-year-old kid and then calling a sixty or seventy-year-old kid "sir," utterly shameless!
"Ahem."
"Politeness is what my mother has always taught me, don't be surprised."
Jiang Ding's expression returned to calm.
He took out a key, inserted it into the door lock, and then turned to the two women and said, "I haven't been back for over three million years, there might be a bit of dust in the house."
"Be careful."
"Hmm, Your Majesty, understood."
Fusang nodded cutely.
"Then I'm opening the door."
Jiang Ding took a deep breath and unlocked the door.
There wasn't the expected thick layer of dust.
