"Does Your Majesty seek me for something?"
Lin Taichu spoke calmly.
Though he had lost his memories, the aura of the black-clothed man before him was no weaker than his own.
Clearly, the black-clothed man was no weaker than he was.
But this was, after all, Nanyang Commandery.
He remained vigilant, yet did not rashly make a move.
"Your Majesty, please accompany this old servant to Dragon Gate Inn. I have important news to tell you."
The black-clothed man bowed respectfully before speaking.
"Dragon Gate Inn?"
Lin Taichu's pupils suddenly contracted.
"Who are you?"
Lin Taichu's thoughts raced as he guessed that the black-clothed man likely meant him no good.
His mind turned as he searched his memories for information about this black-clothed man.
Yet strangely, there was no such person in his memories.
"The master of Dragon Gate Inn, Lord Dragon Emperor."
The man in black answered with a bow.
His manner was deferential, and he treated Lin Taichu with great respect.
Yet his words made Lin Taichu's pupils shrink, his expression turning incomparably grave.
Dragon Emperor?
The progenitor of the Dragon Clan?
His mind was shaken. He had never expected to encounter such a person here.
Although he had lost the memories of the Dragon Emperor, he had learned much information during this time.
The Dragon Clan was incomparably powerful. Even on the immortal martial continent, it stood among the foremost overlords.
Why had such a colossal force sent one of its subordinates to Northern Huangzhou?
"Could it be for that thing?"
Suddenly, Lin Taichu's eyelids twitched wildly.
Back at Cloud Mountain, he had spoken with Minghe and vaguely sensed that Minghe seemed to be plotting something.
"Dragon Gate Inn? Lord Dragon Emperor? Are you from the Dragon Clan?"
Lin Taichu frowned and asked in a deep voice.