Pan Qing and the Chu Emperor!
Imperial Palace, Golden Hall.
The Chu Emperor's Golden Hall was as quiet and tranquil as ever—vast, empty, and deathly silent.
One could even clearly hear the Chu Emperor's breathing.
Seated upon the Dragon Throne, each breath the Chu Emperor took was like a terrifying pressure that echoed through the Golden Hall.
"Your Majesty, Pan Qing has arrived in the Imperial Capital!"
"And on the very day he arrived, he went looking for Zhang Linghu and gave him a thorough beating."
A figure appeared out of thin air in the Golden Hall and spoke respectfully to the Chu Emperor.
The person was none other than Zhu Mo.
The Chu Emperor kept his eyes fixed on the scroll in his hands and said in a low voice, "Isn't that a good thing? The Tianshui Sect has been silent for tens of thousands of years. Now that it has finally opened its gates, it shows signs of rising again. It just so happens to need someone to establish its might."
"By some strange twist of fate, Zhang Linghu ran straight into the hands of the Tianshui Sect."
"It also gives us a chance to use the Tianshui Sect to suppress Prince Hong Estate a little and let those old subordinates settle down."
"The Imperial Capital is chaotic enough already. Don't cause any more trouble for His Highness Prince Chen."
Within the empty hall, the Chu Emperor's voice was soft, yet it was like the might of Heaven, echoing beside Zhu Mo's ears.
Zhu Mo murmured, "Pan Qing's strength seems to have increased. Compared to when the Tianshui Sect fought the Heaven and Earth Gate, he seems to be another level stronger."
The Chu Emperor nodded. "Pan Qing was already one of the few peerless prodigies from ten