"Emperor, I've made all the preparations to be a patrol soldier," Yang Ming said earnestly, "The Supermodified Organization is protecting Emperor Star, and I should join their ranks!"
"There's no hurry, what's the rush."
The Old Emperor slowly lowered the leg he had been holding up and sat on the edge of the spacious seat, looking down at Yang Ming as he extended both hands.
"Look here, Hanton, every normal person has two hands, right?"
"Yes, Emperor."
"So, we can hold two completely different things at the same time, for example, in one hand I hold the sun, and in the other, I hold the shadow," the Emperor said slowly.
Yang Ming realized that the Emperor's gaze was actually focused on the figures of the elders of the Elder Court standing behind him.
