Angered Imperial Father

An enraged expression was on the face of the Frigid World Spirit Emperor. His fists were clenched, but his undulations were kept controlled. Still, he angrily looked at his fourteenth daughter tremble in his presence before he slightly calmed down.

"Do you realize what you've done to yourself, Iesha?"

"I am aware, imperial father."

Iesha bowed her head as she bent her waist.

"Is that so?"

The Frigid World Spirit Emperor shook his head.

"Fourth brother is going to break into the Peak-Level Spirit Ancestor Stage soon while his prowess is similar to mine, able to battle against opponents a level higher, and I am going to finally face my heavenly tribulation. Do you know what that means? That means I am going to make your fourth uncle as the Emperor while I successfully ascend."

Princess Iesha looked deeply taken aback by this piece of information.

"Imperial father, I-"