Zhou Jia was now in a state of panic.
If there was anything in her thousands of years of life that had shocked her the most, it was the Saint's sudden change of attitude.
Looking at Emperor Capital's warm smile, Zhou Jia nearly fainted. After a long pause, she stammered incoherently.
"Good... you... I..."
She didn't even know what she was saying, she was just extremely nervous.
Chen Xia took a step and appeared beside Emperor Capital, patting his shoulder and chuckling, "Don't scare senior sister."
"I definitely won't scare senior sister, I'm very polite," Emperor Capital boasted, then continued.
"Senior sister, do you have any requests? As long as you ask, I, Emperor Capital, will definitely make it happen for you!"
Holy crap!
Emperor Zhou, who was standing behind, suddenly stood up, his eyes as wide as copper bells, full of excitement. He wished he could fly over and speak for Zhou Jia, to make the Great Zhou Dynasty the number one dynasty in the Star Region!
But Zhou Jia didn't dare to respond, only managing a smile that looked worse than crying. The ups and downs of life had come too quickly, and she could barely handle it.
Now the cultivators present also understood the situation. Chen Xia and Emperor Capital - clearly Chen Xia was in the lead, with Emperor Capital, a Saint, following behind.
Didn't this mean that the person who had just been refining pills in front of them was at least a Saint as well?
The crowd could no longer contain themselves, their expressions shocked. They never imagined they would see a Saint refining pills in their lifetime.
No wonder Chen Xia could refine such incredibly high-grade pills!
Emperor Zhou stood at the back, now wishing he could slap himself hard. He had actually imprisoned Chen Xia in the dungeon, and for several months at that.
He was a beast, truly a beast.
He felt immensely guilty, believing he had ruined the Great Zhou Dynasty's chance to rise.
If he had treated Chen Xia with the utmost hospitality, wouldn't the Great Zhou Dynasty have been able to dominate the Star Region in the future?
Damn it!
Emperor Zhou, unable to contain his frustration, suddenly slapped himself hard.
Chen Xia, seeing the shocked expressions of the cultivators, shook his head and patted Emperor Capital's shoulder, saying, "Let's go, we need to find someone."
Hearing this, Emperor Capital immediately perked up and nodded eagerly, "Alright, alright."
Chen Xia smiled at Zhou Jia again and said, "Senior sister, I'll come see you again in the future."
Though when this "future" would be was uncertain.
Emperor Capital also smiled and said, "Senior sister, come visit when you're free. I'm just above the Great Zhou Dynasty, very close by."
"Uh..." Before Zhou Jia could finish speaking, the two had already disappeared.
Everything felt so dreamlike.
Finding Chen Xia in a small celestial body, spending hundreds of years together, and then after returning, Chen Xia descended from the sky, meeting again.
She never imagined Chen Xia could refine such powerful pills and have such a close relationship with a Saint.
She lowered her head slightly, her expression still somewhat bewildered.
The crowd's gazes towards her were very warm, with a hint of flattery. She would be the new empress of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
She definitely would be.
In the vast universe.
Emperor Capital led the way in front, with Chen Xia following behind.
"I talked with Qiu Li a few days ago. That guy is indeed arrogant, boasting that he would get even with you and regain his honor."
"Tsk tsk, even I thought he was just bluffing. He's the type who hasn't been beaten up in a long time. When we meet him later, you must teach him a harsh lesson."
Emperor Capital kept talking, every sentence about his good brother Qiu Li.
Chen Xia listened quietly, also marveling at the brotherhood between the two. Perhaps one day if Emperor Capital were beaten to death, he would want to be buried together with Qiu Li.
That's what good brothers do.
The two moved extremely fast, and the journey wasn't far. They soon arrived outside Qiu Li's cave dwelling.
Emperor Capital spoke first.
"When we go in, Qiu Li might act very respectful towards you, but don't be fooled. It's all an act. Deep down, he still thinks you're nothing special and remains unconvinced."
"So what should we do?" Chen Xia asked, following his lead.
"Naturally, we should give him a good thrashing first. I can lend you a hand when the time comes," Emperor Capital said with a smile.
"Alright," Chen Xia replied, "You take the lead, and I'll back you up."
Emperor Capital's spirits instantly lifted, and he directly led Chen Xia into the cave dwelling.
On the high platform in the great hall.
Qiu Li had been feeling uneasy all day, sensing that something was about to happen, but he couldn't tell what it was.
Was it good or bad?
He was puzzled.
Suddenly, a sound echoed through the cave dwelling.
Emperor Capital strode in, a confident smile on his face.
Hmm, it must be bad news.
Qiu Li thought to himself, maintaining a neutral expression.
Emperor Capital continued smiling, bowing forward with an outstretched hand in an inviting gesture.
"Brother, this way please!"
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