The gates of the Emperor's Palace were not closed, and every single word spoken within carried outside.
Outside the gates, Lu Jianxue listened in confusion, while Zhao Zheng clenched his fists ever tighter, gritting his teeth.
'The Celestial Dao prizes life—so the Human Dao doesn't?'
'Are immortals destined to be superior to mortals and to rule over them?'
'What kind of bullshit reasoning is that!'
As Zhao Zheng listened to the debate inside the Emperor's Palace, a look of confusion and rage flashed across his face, and his heart pounded in his chest.
The faint sound of a dragon's roar began to emanate from his body in waves, as if he'd had a realization.
Zhao Zheng suddenly understood what he had to do.
'If I were to unite the lands of the Human World...'
He whispered in a voice only he could hear:
