"Em... Empress Yunlan?!"
A look of shock flashed through Ning Fengzhi's eyes, and even his voice trembled.
Ning Fengzhi had been well-read in poetry, books, and ancient records since childhood. How could he not know of the Empress who had suppressed an entire era two thousand years ago?
No wonder.
When she sat upon the throne, Emperor Xue Ye had not shown the slightest dissatisfaction.
But...
Hadn't Empress Yunlan died two thousand years ago?
Even the continent's strongest Titled Douluo
could never live for two thousand years.
Could it be...
that, like the senior Sword Master,
she had been resurrected into this world?!
Ning Fengzhi suppressed the turbulent emotions churning in his heart, striving to steady his voice as he said with a faint smile,
"So it is Her Majesty the Empress. Since childhood, Ning has encountered tales of Your Majesty's campaigns across the continent, sweeping away all opposition. Ning has benefited greatly from them."
"Never did I imagine that one day, Ning would be fortunate enough to witness Your Majesty's bearing in person. It is truly the blessing of three lifetimes."
Upon hearing this, Xue Yunlan lazily leaned back, the corners of her lips lifting slightly.
"Oh?"
"I did not expect Sect Master Ning to have heard of my deeds as well..."
"It seems Sect Master Ning truly is as Xue Ye described—composed in manner and broad in knowledge."
Ning Fengzhi smiled faintly, his tone gentle.
"Your Majesty flatters me. I often interacted with Emperor Xue Ye in ordinary times. Ning merely learned a little through his influence; I cannot claim to be broad in knowledge."
Upon hearing this, a flicker of pleasure passed through Emperor Xue Ye's eyes, and he unconsciously straightened his back a little.
Xue Yunlan took in his subtle movement but did not expose it.