The bamboo slips in the man's hand slowly rose, turning into sections of bamboo that flew toward Huo Yuhao, stabilizing his meridians and suppressing the energy that had been forcibly injected into his body.
He then turned his gaze toward Huo Yuhao's soul body, which had already arrived before him.
"Th-this is...?"
Looking at his surroundings, Huo Yuhao was filled with confusion. The stabbing pain in his meridians remained, and he anxiously wanted to return to his body, only to find that he could not.
"An enemy attack? Or did that guy make his move?"
As Huo Yuhao continued wondering, his body drifted inward against his control until he arrived before a stone table.
The moment he arrived, he saw the middle-aged man who had helped stabilize him. After finishing everything, the man came before him and looked at him calmly.
"This junior, Huo Yuhao, greets Senior. May I ask who Senior is?"
He cupped his hands in greeting and spoke respectfully. Seeing this, the middle-aged man smiled lightly and nodded in approval at the youth entrusted to him by Liu Ju.
"I am Xiao He, perhaps the first Chancellor of the founding Han Dynasty."
Hearing that name, Huo Yuhao was startled. The memories Brother Liu Ju had given him contained descriptions of this first Chancellor of the Han Dynasty—the administrative genius Xiao He, one of the Three Heroes of the Early Han.
He had never imagined that this man would be within his consciousness space.
"What? Confused, little fellow? Fair enough. After all, what the Human Emperor Sword contains is the fortune of the Han Dynasty, and by Young Master Liu Ju's era, this old man had already passed away."
Ignoring Xiao He's teasing, Huo Yuhao cupped his hands again and respectfully said, "This junior Huo Yuhao greets Chancellor