Making Yourself Look Good

"What is your response to all of this?" the Miraculous Saint Emperor asked calmly, his voice betraying nothing of his thoughts.

The entire hall held its breath, waiting for Cain's reply.

"My response?" Cain's chuckle echoed through the hall, a sound that sent chills down the spines of Zhen Tianyun, Lei Fengshan, Ying Lian, Xue Qingyi, and Bai Yuehan.

It was a laugh that spoke of absolute confidence, of a being so far beyond their comprehension that their accusations were little more than the buzzing of insects.

Cain began to walk forward slowly, his every step resonating with an authority that belied his youth. The floor beneath his feet seemed to tremble, not from the weight of his body, but from the sheer pressure of his existence. His soul-tingling voice continued, each word falling like a hammer on an anvil.