Desolation

Inviting a puny little Yan Immortal to be the Great Heavenly Official of the Emperor?!

This was simply too absurd, so much so that Yu Chang turned to look at Zhen Wuyang.

"Are you willing?"

Each word was loud and reverberated in the Dao Arena.

All the elders, including Chang Ling who was standing outside the gate, became nervous.

This seemed to be the most absurd decision the Emperor had ever made.

"Aiyo, Sister Ling, you're hurting me," Amy pouted and said, pulling her small hand out of Chang Ling's tightly clenched palm.

Chang Ling recovered from her shock and hurriedly apologized. Then, she once again focused her attention on everything that was happening in the training hall.

Jian Wushuang stood alone in the vast Dao Arena. Clouds and mist rose and fell around him, making him look like a proud and aloof Immortal.

"Lord Emperor, I am not willing."