Anti-Feudal Fighter

Purple Dawn Hall.

Zhao Qiyuan sat alone behind the dragon desk.

His gaze rested on the empty space within the hall, as though an invisible person stood there...

Only after a long while did he slowly speak, as if muttering to himself, yet also as if speaking to the void.

"He absolutely cannot be that person, yet he clearly looks exactly like him."

The hall was silent...

The expression on Zhao Qiyuan's face grew increasingly complicated. After a moment, he continued.

"Of course I know that, but what if he left behind some contingency?"

He paused again, listening intently as his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

"When will you be able to return?"

After another stretch of silence, Zhao Qiyuan's expression eased slightly, and he nodded.

"Mm. For now, I can only keep him stable. We'll discuss everything once you return."

Then, as though he had thought of something, intense lingering fear appeared on Zhao Qiyuan's face.

"How could I not be afraid!?"

His voice suddenly rose, carrying a thread of hysterical terror.

"It took every Immortal Emperor in the entire Linghuan Realm joining forces to suppress him, and even then, he killed five of them before he died. Even a true immortal descending to the Lower Realm would probably be no more than that!"

Zhao Qiyuan then panted heavily, but before he could calm his surging emotions—

A voice seemed to come from the void once more, turning his face deathly pale in an instant.

"What!? Something happened in the Xuan Huan Realm!?"

Zhao Qiyuan stared fixedly into the void, his eyes filled with terror and unease.

"You should return quickly. The sooner, the better. If I die, all your years of planning will have been for nothing."

He listened in silence, and only after a long time did