"Brother Qi Ye, who was he?"
In the distance, Wu Quan watched Huo Qubing's retreating figure as he rode ahead and could not help asking.
"Huo Qubing."
"The Huo Qubing who sealed the Wolf's Lair at Mount Juxu?" Wu Quan asked in astonishment. "Why did I sense the aura of the Emperor of Domination from him?"
"He was originally the Emperor of Domination, and he was also the first powerhouse in Great Xia's history to break through to the Human Apex," Lin Qiye explained. "At the same time, he was the oldest founder of the Night Watchmen."
Lin Qiye's gaze settled on Huo Qubing's back. The words Huo Qubing had spoken not long ago echoed in his ears once more, leaving his expression somewhat complicated.
Although the Emperor of Domination could allow someone to grow to a terrifying level in an extremely short time, the price was immense. Huo Qubing had not said how much longer he could live, but from the urgency faintly revealed in his eyes, Lin Qiye could tell that the Marquis of Champion had little life left.
Hearing this string of titles, Wu Quan nodded in astonishment. Then, as if he had thought of something, he asked,
"Right, isn't this the Western Han? Why aren't they speaking classical Chinese?"
Lin Qiye turned to look at the fifteen-year-old boy and explained with a light chuckle, "Classical Chinese, with all its 'this and that,' is a written language—an abbreviated language specially used by the ancients to record events. In their daily conversations, they spoke vernacular Chinese. But colloquial things like vernacular Chinese are extremely prone to regional and temporal differences. Take modern Great Xia, for example. How many dialects are there? Even the speaking habits and mannerisms of Great Xia's people in the nineteenth century differed from those