Upon hearing this, Davis's heart skipped a beat again, and he knew something was wrong!
Upon hearing this, Emperor Xingluo's joy intensified, and he nodded repeatedly.
"Indeed! Indeed!"
"My soul power has been stuck at level 89 for a full 15 years!"
"I am about to grow old and frail, and I feel that there is no possibility of making any progress in my life."
"I never expected this!"
He gripped the Starfall Staff tightly in his hand with excitement.
"With the help of this staff, I am confident that I can become a Title Douluo within a year... no! Within half a year!"
"At that time, let alone the domestic situation, what is there to fear even in the formidable Star Luo Empire!"
Dai Mubai kowtowed again.
"Father's divine might is unparalleled; he will surely become the White Tiger Douluo soon and restore the supreme glory of our Star Luo Empire!"
Upon hearing this, the Star Luo Emperor found Dai Mubai increasingly pleasing to the eye.
This son, though he seems a bit mischievous on ordinary days, has such vision and courage at crucial moments!
Meanwhile, I've lost some interest in Davis!
He pondered for a moment, then spoke loudly.
"Mu Bai, your contribution in presenting the sacred object this time is invaluable."
"Ignore those rumors and gossip."
"From this day forward, you will take charge of the Grand Council, advise on military affairs, and assist the Emperor in handling important matters of the Empire!"
"Furthermore, during my seclusion for cultivation, you have the right to make decisions as appropriate!"
Upon hearing this, Davis was immediately shocked.
"Father! Advisor to the Grand Council, that's...that's my position!"
"Then I will now..."
Emperor Xingluo's expression darkened, and he gave him a cold glance.
"you?"
"You should stay in the palace and cultivate yourself in peace!"
"No one may leave the palace without my order!"
Having said that, Emperor Xingluo, holding the Starfall Staff, didn't look at Davis again, turned around and strode into the inner hall, clearly eager to try cultivating again.
Inside the main hall, only Dai Mubai and the distraught Davis remained.
Dai Mubai slowly stood up from the ground and patted the dust off his knees.
He walked up to Davis, whose face was ashen, a smug look on his face, a stark contrast to his previous fear.
"My dear brother..."
"It seems that fortune is cyclical."
Dai Mubai laughed heartily, turned around, and strode out of the hall with his head held high!
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