Just as Li Jing was internally criticizing, the tightly shut door had already been pushed open from outside.
A young master clad in fine brocade clothes, waving a folding fan with an air of smugness, shook gently. The servants behind him behaved like obsequious dogs, constantly offering flattering smiles.
Upon seeing Ye Tian lying on the bed, devoid of breath and stone-cold, the person could not contain himself and burst into loud laughter:
"Haha!"
"Ye Tian ah!"
"Ye Tian!"
"Who would have thought, even you would have such a day!"
"Isn't the Sacred Body oh so mighty?"
"Didn't you look down on this young master!?"
"Haha!"
"Aren't you now just a pile of Desolate Bones?"
"You truly believed until your death that the Great Emperor of Yuhua truly cherished you!"
"Haha!"
"Foolish one!"
"You were, from the very beginning to the end, nothing but a tool being used. The Great Emperor's goal was your bloodline, your constitution!"