"President Tang, what is this...?"
Before a solemn, imposing palace hall, a eunuch in purple robes looked at Tang Yu with a wary expression.
"This is the Fourth Young Master of our Great Blade Association."
"The Fourth Young Master has come to the Sacred Heaven Dynasty and wishes to meet the Emperor."
Tang Yu stepped aside and said with a smile.
"This servant greets the Fourth Young Master. Please wait a moment, Fourth Young Master—I shall report your arrival at once."
"No need. Let the Fourth Young Master come in. Since he has personally arrived, how could we make him wait for you to announce him?"
As soon as the chief eunuch in purple finished speaking, a vigorous voice sounded from within the hall behind him.
Though the voice sounded strong and resonant, a careful listen revealed a trace of weakness within it.
Ye Lin stepped into the hall, with Tang Yu following behind him.
The hall was enormous.
The moment he entered, Ye Lin caught an exceptionally rich medicinal scent. A faint aura of death also permeated the hall; no matter how heavy the herbal fragrance was, it could not conceal that lingering deathly aura.
This man did not have long to live.
Passing through the front hall, Ye Lin saw him.
An old man lay in bed, already at death's door.
He lay there quietly, his face wan and weak.
Though he appeared frail, the aura around him was exceptionally dense, wisps of pressure swirling about his body.
Even if a tiger was about to die, it was still a tiger.
"Fang Jing, reigning Emperor of the Sacred Heaven Dynasty, greets the Fourth Young Master."
"My apologies, Fourth Young Master. My body is afflicted by illness, and I truly cannot rise to offer you proper respects."
Leaning against