At this moment, Sweet Dew Hall.
The Jin Emperor slowly raised his eyes and looked at the young man approaching step by step. In that instant, he seemed somewhat dazed.
He was a young man in his twenties, standing with his hands behind his back. His thick black hair cascaded over his shoulders like fiercely burning black flames, giving him an overbearing air, yet he also possessed the gentle warmth of jade.
Like a crystal, pure and translucent, utterly calm.
Su Qingyang likewise raised his eyes, his gaze passing through the beaded curtain toward the Jin Emperor.
A powerful aura swept forth, vast and majestic, much like that of an emperor. Yet beneath that formidable aura lay a faint sense of withering decay.
Su Qingyang lightly raised a brow.
Judging by the aura emanating from the Jin Emperor, he was unmistakably a Martial Dao Grandmaster. But why was his aura so insubstantial?
So... frail!!
However, setting cultivation aside, looking across all of Great Jin—
The present Jin Emperor could still be considered a qualified ruler.
After all, Su Qingyang had yet to hear of Great Jin suffering year after year from famine so dire that people ate one another. The realm was largely stable, and Great Jin was in a sound, flourishing state.
"Long time, no see!" The Jin Emperor finally came back to himself and spoke softly to Su Qingyang.
"This long time does indeed seem rather long." Su Qingyang replied calmly.
Eunuch Mei and Long Jingxiao were both shaken upon hearing this, immediately looking at Su Qingyang in disbelief.
Even setting His Majesty's status aside, His Majesty was a Martial Dao Grandmaster!
Who would dare speak to His Majesty in such a manner?!
Eunuch Mei and Long Jingxiao exchanged glances, then promptly lowered their heads and stared at