Luo Xiu walked into the Holy Lotus Hall at a steady pace, his gaze sweeping across the faces of the cultivators. He decided to deal with the matter at hand before going to repair the seal Xiao Qing had mentioned.
As his gaze passed over them, the cultivators scrambled to their feet and saluted him.
"We... We pay our respects to the Azure Emperor."
"Your Majesty, the Azure Emperor, please save us!"
"..."
Luo Xiu's face remained expressionless as he gently raised a hand, signaling for silence.
Then, he spoke directly. "I have some bad news. Those monsters outside were separated from your bodies. If they're killed, you will also die instantly."
Upon hearing this, the cultivators became as silent as cicadas in winter, their faces etched with fear.
A young man clenched his fists, his voice trembling. "Your Majesty, is what you're saying true?"
