Martial King's Retired Life

“We shall avenge our King!” the other three envoys shouted in synchrony.

Ming Feizhen ambled back to his iron throne and propped himself in it loudly, much to the chagrin of Wanyu’s King. Wanyu’s King had been exhausted enough ever since the four monarchs vanished, and now a nutcase was practically putting his state treasure in peril. No matter how well-natured he was, his limits were being tested.

Wanyu’s King planned to monitor the situation and react accordingly, but Ah Neath kept mum the entire time. If anything, she behaved herself more than all the older people present.

“I understand. In saying that, you cannot make baseless accusations. Do you have any evidence to incriminate me for the deaths of your four monarchs and sacred beasts?”

Ming Feizhen wasn’t truly as calm as he projected outwardly. Underneath his cool smile was a burning sensation coursing through his meridians. The reason for frost covering the fengqi shenmu house was the wood suppressing the roiling Fengpeng’s true qi inside him. Being able to show a relaxed appearance took a lot of practice. The bloodbaths he created owing to failures in the past shaped him into the Ming Feizhen before the audience today.

Qingqiu’s envoy contended, “My King said that if he cuts off daily contact, then misfortune has befallen him. They commuted to Sanggongmo to see you. What other reason besides death would explain the sudden lost contact?”

“That is some odd reasoning. Being imprisoned can be considered misfortune. Losing a limb qualifies as misfortune. Interrogation without physical abuse counts as misfortune, too. Why are you so certain that misfortune equals death?”

The four envoys turned to each other, hoping someone would have more concrete proof, since they came to the conclusion based on declarations that their monarchs were beheaded. Their rulers did suddenly cut off contact, indeed, and Shaman Monarch Palace’s image had always been that of villains. Moreover, Shaman Monarch happened to turn up recently. Hence, they determined Shaman Faith was out for Beussent blood again. While their logic was sound, there was no corroboration to establish their logic, witnesses or testimonies of the assassination.

Qingqiu’s envoy got to his feet. “And you haven’t proven yourself innocent. If… If you can resurrect my King, I… I’m your slave until the day I die!” By the time he was done fulminating, his voice was hoarse.

“Took you long enough.”