After the Redfire Martial King left, the atmosphere in the little courtyard grew noticeably heavier.
He Pingtian was about to speak when the Dragon Soul suddenly raised its head again.
"Master, someone else is coming."
Li Yun lifted an eyebrow and looked toward the night sky.
This newcomer's aura was not as fierce and blazing as the Redfire Martial King's, but it was deeper and more restrained.
It held the weight of years gone by, like the still water of a deep pool: not a ripple on the surface, but a bottomless abyss below.
A moment later, a figure in blue descended from the sky.
The newcomer was a middle-aged man in a blue robe, with refined features and a scholarly air about him. He stood with his hands behind his back, not a trace of aura escaping him, yet no one dared underestimate him.
Two elderly men with profound auras followed behind him. Both were Martial Kings!
The expressions of He Pingtian and the other two changed again.
Another Martial King?
And he had brought two more?
What was so special about tonight? Why did Martial Kings keep showing up at the Eastern Splendor Stronghold one after another?
Had they arranged this beforehand?
"Chief Lin, forgive my unannounced visit."
The middle-aged man cupped his hands slightly, his smile gentle.
"I am Zhao Zhen, Prince Pingxin of the Black and White Dynasty."
King Pingxin, Zhao Zhen!
He Pingtian sucked in a cold breath and nearly collapsed on the spot.
If the Redfire Martial King was one of the Attendant Hall's strongest fighters in the Great Yan Dynasty, then Prince Pingxin, Zhao Zhen, was a man who held real power in the Black and White Dynasty.
He was the reigning emperor's uncle and presided over the Imperial Clan Court, wielding immense