Zhao Ming did not waste any more words. He directly took out the Blue Silver Emperor's seed, held it in his palm, and showed it to the Blue Silver King.
The blue-gold seed emitted a gentle glow in Zhao Ming's palm. Though faint, that light contained exceptionally pure life force.
The instant the Blue Silver King saw the seed, his entire body trembled violently. Countless vines rustled, as if weeping.
"It really is the Emperor!" The Blue Silver King's voice trembled and choked with emotion. The light in his blue-glowing "eyes" fluctuated violently. "How did the Emperor become like this?! The Emperor's life force is nearly exhausted, and her soul... I can't sense it either..."
The Blue Silver King's voice was filled with grief. He had guarded the Blue Silver Grass Clan for tens of thousands of years, and the Blue Silver Emperor had been his sole faith and comfort.
Now that he saw the Blue Silver Emperor reduced to a seed, with even her soul scattered, his grief was easy to imagine.
Zhao Ming fell silent for a moment before saying, "Senior, I do not know what happened to your Emperor. I merely brought her back while passing through."
Of course, Zhao Ming knew what Ah Yin had gone through, but he did not wish to speak of it.
For one thing, it had nothing to do with the Blue Silver King before him, and saying it would only add to his sorrow. For another, the reborn Blue Silver Emperor should have a life of her own and should not bear the grudges of the previous generation.
The Blue Silver King remained silent for a long time. The trembling of his vines gradually subsided. He had lived for tens of thousands of years and weathered countless storms. Though grief-stricken,