"Like this?" Li Zhōujūn said in surprise, then his expression turned emotional. "Elder Duan has gone to such lengths. Please send him my regards."
"Of course." Yan Xuanqing smiled.
As the saying went, one could not hide the look in their eyes when they liked someone, nor the look in their eyes when they hated someone.
The tea drinkers in the teahouse saw that all the eyes of this stunning woman in the room were fixed on the young man in blue robes, and they could not help feeling envious.
"Mr. Li, are you that Azure Emperor?"
Yan Xuanqing asked Li Zhōujūn curiously.
"Mm." Li Zhōujūn nodded without denying it.
Although Yan Xuanqing had already made some guesses, hearing him admit it personally still left her quite shaken.
"When are you planning to return?" Li Zhōujūn asked Yan Xuanqing.
Earlier, on the way to the teahouse, Yan Xuanqing had already handed Li Zhōujūn the Ninth-Rank Emperor Weapon forged by Duàn Cāngqióng.
"It probably won't be that soon. On my way here, I heard that an ancient battlefield has opened in the Central Continent. There were even battles between Emperor-level experts there." Yan Xuanqing said, "I already sent a voice transmission to my master, and he agreed as well."
"An ancient battlefield?" Li Zhōujūn looked surprised.
"Yes. This ancient battlefield is in the Central Continent, near the Western Continent. It was the ancient battlefield where the Demon Race invaded the Central Continent and humanity defended it. Its location is in the Emperor's Fall Mountain Range." Yan Xuanqing said.
Why was it called the Emperor's Fall Mountain Range?
Just as its name suggested, it was because Emperor-level experts had fallen on that ancient battlefield, so it had been given that name.
"Trying your luck there wouldn't be bad either." Li Zhōujūn nodded.