Beg Forgiveness from the Emperor

Around the Fenghua Platform, everyone's eyes were on Ye Futian, a bit shocked at his confidence.

Wang Yu, the pride of the kingdom, and in the Dharma Plane.

Bai Qiu, the most talented of the Qin Clan's younger generation and a musical sorcerer in the Dharma Plane.

Ye Futian, a musical sorcerer in the Seven-star Glory Plane.

Compared like this, there was no way for Ye Futian to sway the other two. No matter how talented he was, the difference in plane was too much. He had to cross into the Dharma Plane. Those in the Dharma Plane could realize the dharma, and were frighteningly powerful. Their abilities had a qualitative change from the Glory Plane.

Just then, Bai Qiu descended slowly onto the Fenghua Platform. There was still a cool smile on his handsome face. "Even though it's not impressive for me to defeat you, we have to settle the matter from before," Bai Qiu said to Ye Futian.

"Of course." Ye Futian smiled; he completely agreed.