Chapter 2071 - Mess (3) (2/2)

Their Shruti Clan had actually birthed a True God!

This was a large part of the reason Emperor Shruti finally loosened the reins on Saru after she came back, even waving his hands helplessly when she spoke of not wanting the marriage. The protective barrier the engagement provided was no longer strictly necessary.

However, the matters had once more flipped. The devastating losses to the Kitsune actually put the Shruti Empire as a whole in jeopardy… And because he pushed for this as their Emperor, he was taking the brunt of the blame.

The shameless part was that the Grand Elder mentioned Saru's losses as she commanded the eastern army, but hadn't they all lost?! Wasn't your little prince hiding away without stepping onto the battlefield?!

Grand Elder Vata's grievances were well known. Despite being the most outstanding talent of his generation, he never had a chance to compete for the Emperor position all because his family name was proper. He could have been their generation's True God, leading their Empire up just like Emperor Atlas had led his, yet he was shamelessly suppressed, blocked from challenging for the right to wield the Key.

He refused to allow his great grandson to suffer the same fate! Even if it meant dying without acc.u.mulating Karma as an Ancestor, he would bear that burden!

Saru silently gripped her small fists, her brother Tej's lightly patting them to comfort her.

Their Shruti Clan was indeed wrong those few generations ago… But that didn't mean Grand Elder Vata was right now.

”Aiya…”

Suddenly, a foreign voice filled the silent meeting hall. In an instant, Saru's blue eyes lit up like stars in the night sky. Even with his voice masked, even with his face covered, even with his oddly colored hair, she recognized him immediately.

Her Heart Sutra sang to fiercely for it to be anyone else.

The heads of numerous elders snapped toward an unassuming figure, silently shaking his head.

How the hell did he get in here?! They were instantly all on high alert.

”… I came here to battle with my fists, not my words. What a mess.”

A tall young man, standing at about 6'9 suddenly appeared at the center of the hall. Long flowing dark violet hair reached to the small of his back, but his face was obscured by a dark mask that seemed to absorb all light…

Over the shoulder of his beautifully embroidered lavender colored robes, a small cauldron of black, silver and gold bobbed up and down excitedly, like a small child enjoying a completely new scene.

”Sorry about this little guy, he doesn't seem to want to stay in my spatial ring.”