Black Little Snake's icy gaze sent a deep chill through Lin Sheng's heart.
He shuddered inwardly. He had thought that once the force had been completely ground away, he had dealt with the problem for good.
He had never imagined that something like this was still hiding in his flesh, completely undetected from beginning to end.
"So a remnant of Zhao Hongzhang's consciousness imprint really did remain."
Having witnessed this, Emperor Jing now fully believed Lin Sheng's account and could not help remarking with emotion.
"Fortunately, it has been completely rooted out this time. Zhao Hongzhang will no longer be able to use this imprint to locate you."
"To think a Supreme Grandmaster possessed such methods. I truly never anticipated this."
A lingering fear rose in Lin Sheng's heart.
Although his strength had improved considerably, he was absolutely no match for a Supreme Grandmaster. The gulf between them was immense.
He had understood that perfectly the moment he saw that single wisp of residual force.
"Thank you, Mr. Tang."
His voice was solemn.
Fortunately, he knew a Supreme Grandmaster like Tang Chong. Otherwise, this would have been an extremely troublesome affair.
He had no doubt that without Tang Chong's intervention, Northern Yan's King Yan might well have taken action in person.
"But just what sort of realm is that of a Supreme Grandmaster?"
Lin Sheng turned to Emperor Jing and voiced his doubts.
He was certain that a Supreme Grandmaster's combat strength far surpassed that of a Third Realm Grandmaster. The gap was enormous.
But if both were Grandmasters, why was there such a vast difference?
Moreover, neither Southern Qi nor Northern Yan lacked Third Realm Grandmasters. Between them, there were at least twenty.
Yet there were only two Supreme Grandmasters.
And the Silo Kingdom, a powerful kingdom whose national