At the sight of the imposing middle-aged man before her, clad in dragon robes, his terrifying presence filling the entire space,
Lu Qingyan's eyes filled with disbelief.
"How is this possible? You... you're still alive?"
Her voice trembled.
The emperor, hailed as a hero of those troubled times, had lost his most trusted and closest second brother to a surprise attack by their Southern Heaven Empire.
The death of the Azure Dragon Divine General had also turned the two dynasties, previously on fairly good terms, into bitter enemies.
Back then, the Southern Heaven Dynasty had exploited Emperor Yan Zhao's consuming rage to set a trap.
They had lured the Flame Dragon Dynasty's vengeance-hungry forces into it, killing or wounding more than half of its elite troops.
And the person who had carried out that plan was Lu Qingyan's ancestor.
With that history between them, when the legendary emperor who was supposed to be dead suddenly appeared before her,
even Lu Qingyan, who had cultivated for years and had little emotion left, felt an instinctive fear.
Emperor Yan Zhao, who had clawed his way up from the very bottom to become one of the three heroes of that chaotic age, had been the strongest fighter among the rulers of the three great dynasties.
Now, the founding emperors of the other two dynasties had both passed away.
Who could have imagined that the legendary emperor who had disappeared first would return?
And judging by the aura he exuded now, he was still every bit as terrifying as the legends claimed.
Wen Xuan clearly sensed Lu Qingyan's fear and concern. He said calmly,
"Girl, there is no need to be so frightened."
"The grudge over my second brother's death cannot possibly be laid at your feet."
"The Primordial Empire now faces a great