Yang Zhen's destiny was incredibly tough, the two of them were just beginning to realize it, but exactly how tough, neither could fully articulate.
From the expressions of the two emperors, it was clear that Yang Zhen's recent maneuver had truly dazzled them.
Especially the elder, whose face flickered with uncertain expressions, some admiration, some horror, and even some excitement, his eyes locked on Yang Zhen, reflecting youthful vigour in his dim pupils.
The middle-aged emperor chuckled and said, "Indeed, this young one does bear a resemblance to your youthful self."
The elder burst into hearty laughter, clearly very pleased, yet he shook his head and said, "Don't flatter me, I was never as wild as this kid. Wait till you hear his stories, you'll know how reckless he's been."
The middle-aged emperor was taken aback, noncommittally shook his head, and said, "No matter how reckless, in the end, he still got himself into this mess. Now look at him. How much longer can he last?"
