The Deceased

Everyone turned their heads in astonishment toward the source of the voice.

Under the cover of night, a tall, slender figure stood atop the wall of the Qian family estate. Sparse moonlight fell upon an utterly ordinary face.

This person possessed an ethereal, otherworldly air, like an ancient evergreen tree that had weathered countless years. He held a straight, ink-black treasured sword in his arms, his manner relaxed and unrestrained.

"Where did this madman come from, daring to meddle in this matter?" Emperor Fengwu, clad in plain clothes, suddenly darkened. His gaze was as cold as frost.

Since ascending the throne, he had not heard such wanton words in many years.

Beside him, Eunuch Hua warily returned to Emperor Fengwu's side. He carefully examined the figure that had appeared so suddenly, confirming that he had never seen him before.

There was indeed more than one Martial Arts Master at the grandmaster level in the martial world of the Feng Kingdom, but Eunuch Hua knew nearly all of them. He had never heard of anyone becoming a Martial Arts Grandmaster at such a young age.

He probably was not a Martial Arts Grandmaster.

Though Eunuch Hua thought so, he did not lower his guard. He continued watching Li Qing atop the wall.

After observing him repeatedly and confirming that there was nothing unusual about him, Eunuch Hua slowly shook his head at Emperor Fengwu.

Meanwhile, the girl who had just used the Immortal Art, the Earth Spike Technique, stared toward Li Qing with a face full of shock and suspicion.

She did not care much about his wild words earlier. Rather, it was Li Qing's final sentence that stirred waves in her heart.

The Azure Rainbow Sword had been forged by him for her grandaunt?

But why did this man look