"How are you feeling?" Song Lin asked.
"Very good, just need a few more years of recuperation."
Mao Ying still felt a sense of peculiarity; this feeling of being as if in a world apart had not been experienced for many years.
Upon hearing Song Lin confer upon him the title of Heavenly Lord Emperor, Mao Ying gladly accepted.
The Yuan Shi Heavenly King incident in the Sanmao Heavenly Court should have made them wary of outsiders and the Heavenly Emperor, but since his two brothers endorsed Song Lin, it seemed there was no issue.
"I have a presumptuous request." After casually chatting for a while, Song Lin finally approached the main purpose.
"Please speak."
"Could I borrow your magic treasures?"
"Haha, feel free to take them."
Mao Ying waved his wide sleeve, and two treasures immediately floated in the void: a seal and a sword.
