The Ancient King!!!
Once he had pieced everything together, Han Ji seemed to lose every ounce of his vitality in an instant. Even his face looked several years older. He slumped onto the sofa, his gaze unfocused, at a loss for what to do.
Seeing that Zhu Meng still looked bewildered, Mo Xie immediately explained it to him.
"The Ancient King is his title as an undead. When he was alive, people called him the First Emperor—a sovereign whose reign truly spanned millennia!"
"The First Emperor?!"
When they learned that the undead about to awaken was the First Emperor, both Zhu Meng and Fei Jiao looked shocked, and panic began to set in.
The awakening of the Eight Directions Undead Lords alone would be enough to destroy the Ancient Capital. If the Ancient King, an Emperor, joined them, even the surrounding cities would surely suffer. The entire province would cease to exist, dealing China a devastating blow!
Mo Xie remained calm. He drained the tea in his cup, a faint smile curling his lips as he spoke evenly.
"President Han Ji, Councilor Zhu Meng, Instructor Fei Jiao, the enemy hasn't even attacked yet. Why are you already losing your heads? Now that you know the Black Vatican's plans, don't you have any confidence?"
Seeing how composed Mo Xie remained in the face of danger, Han Ji felt much of his helplessness recede. He gave a self-deprecating chuckle and said,
"You're right. I've lived all these years, yet at a critical moment like this, I'm less composed than a young man like you. I'm ashamed!"
Zhu Meng's eyes lit up when he saw that Mo Xie showed no trace of panic. Back in Hangzhou, this young man had resolved the plague, then carried the Totem Black Snake into battle to kill