The thirteen swift ships continued sailing, escorted by Xu Zhiyuan's fleet, with nothing barring their way.
"We're fifty nautical miles from the Capital's harbor. Once we arrive, you will accompany me into the palace for an audience with His Majesty."
Xu Zhiyuan stood with his hands behind his back, his tone calm.
So the Zhao Emperor really had sent him!
Yang Ling suddenly felt a little nervous.
He had no idea what cultivation level the current Zhao Emperor had reached, but he was most likely the strongest Land Immortal in Zhao State.
Before someone so powerful, every word he spoke would have to be the truth. He would be unable to hide anything.
"Lord Xu, does His Majesty already know of our achievements?"
Yang Ling probed cautiously.
"What happens within Zhao State's borders that could escape His Majesty's notice?"
Xu Zhiyuan countered.
Even Black Fish Island counted as Zhao State's territory now?
Yang Ling grumbled inwardly, but his expression remained respectful.
"You're absolutely right, Lord Xu."
He paused. "Once I accompany you into the palace, is there anything I should watch out for?"
"There's no need to be nervous. You came from the Iron Clothes Department, earned outstanding military honors for Zhao State, and even advanced to the Fourth Rank on Fire Flood Dragon Island.
"Even Jiang Zhuo was no match for you, and you even managed to take Jiang Li's head.
"Such talent is rare in this world. Once His Majesty confirms that your background is clean, all you need to do is wait for your reward."
Xu Zhiyuan said calmly, "Some aspects of the information about your origins didn't quite match up before. Your visit to the palace this time is meant to resolve that."
*My origins? How could I possibly let those come to light? But logically,