"Does Your Majesty not know?"
The Silver-Blood War General realized belatedly that Ye Fan knew nothing of this matter. His expression immediately turned awkward, and he changed his words. "Forgive us, Patriarch. We follow Lord Black Emperor's decree."
Ye Fan was not surprised. There were only a few people capable of mobilizing the Heavenly Court's army, and Black Emperor was one of them.
The Silver-Blood War General was a fourth-generation disciple of Tianxuan. His lineage had been cultivated single-handedly by Black Emperor. Calling Big Black Dog the chief instructor of the Heavenly Court's eight hundred thousand Imperial Guards would not have been an exaggeration.
"Use your Heavenly Court title."
Ye Fan spoke calmly, then asked, "How many men did you deploy, and what are you going to do?"
"Yes, Your Majesty." The Silver-Blood War General forced himself to answer. "Not only our Silver-Blood Division, but also the Source-Heaven Division, Purple Mountain Division,
Dark-Heaven Division, Xingxiu Division, and others. All Eight Divine Generals of the Heavenly Court have mobilized. We are going to rescue the Holy Master."
"Rescue the Holy Master?" Ye Fan immediately laughed and said leisurely, "Did Holy Master Lin get into trouble? Don't worry. Good people die young, but troublemakers live for a thousand years. Being a little late will be fine."
Lin Xian's combat strength might have been lacking, but his life-saving methods were absolutely heaven-defying. At the brink of life and death, who knew how many Supreme Beings he might summon for you.
Ye Fan sometimes felt that even a True Immortal descending into the world might not be able to take Holy Master Lin's life.
"Your Majesty—" The Silver-Blood War General looked extremely awkward. After hesitating for a long while, he finally said cautiously, "It isn't Holy Master Lin. It's Lord Ye."
"What Lord Ye?"