Recognized Successor
Bai Zemin let out a deep sigh again as he let the back of his neck rest on the back of the Throne of Creation.
In contrast to the previous sigh, however, this one was a sigh of relief and when he let it out he also expelled his worries momentarily.
'Thank heavens and this freaking title...' Bai Zemin opened his eyes and looked at the twenty people kneeling with their heads down as if they were waiting for something.
Bai Zemin knew that if just one of these soldiers attacked him all he could do was obediently stay inside the protective barrier of the Throne of Creation and start praying that the barrier would not fall.
Fight? Fighting was never an option when the difference in levels was over 300.
The man with long black hair and using a large xyston as his main weapon raised his head slightly, looking at Bai Zemin with a confused expression.
"Your Majesty, is everything all right?" his voice sounded genuinely worried.