Not Even Eating Zombies

The emperor took the opportunity to praise his bloodline.

He also belittled the two little packrats.

"My royal brother is the number one cultivator in the five kingdoms and one of the five Sages. He's very powerful in all aspects, but are your two bloodlines so mediocre now?"

Mediocre?

When Mo Beiyuan heard the emperor's words, his usually cold face almost revealed a mocking sneer.

It seemed that the Emperor's spies were not that good. They did not even find out that Sweetcake had a super heaven-grade spiritual root and saint-level cultivation.

Only the Emperor would say such a ridiculous thing.

Actually, Mo Beiyuan would rather the little glutinous rice ball in his arms be a little more ordinary. This way, her body would not be in pain because it could not withstand the powerful Saint Realm spiritual qi.