Fan Xian asked another question.
Ever since Emperor Qing had revealed his invincible prowess on Great Eastern Mountain, Fan Xian was the only person in the entire procession who dared question him repeatedly like this.
"Watching someone!"
Emperor Qing's voice was low, as though squeezed from deep within his chest, suppressing towering fury.
"Watching an outrageously audacious, treasonous, unfilial son!"
Fan Xian froze, his mind racing through several possibilities.
An unfilial son?
Wasn't he apparently Emperor Qing's only son in this procession?
He had only asked two questions. How did that make him outrageously audacious?
And treasonous, too?
He had worked conscientiously all the way, shouldering every burden without complaint. Wasn't this accusation far too inexplicable, far too grave?
Even a joke shouldn't go this far!
While Fan Xian was still brooding, the vanguard of the procession, which stretched like a long dragon, had already stopped.
He wanted to ask more, only to discover that Emperor Qing's gaze remained fixed on the road ahead, without so much as a sidelong glance at him.
Fan Xian's heart tightened, and he followed Emperor Qing's gaze again.
This time, he finally saw it.
About a thousand feet away, at the very front of the procession, a dark figure had appeared out of nowhere in the middle of the road, in broad daylight.
The figure was wrapped from head to toe in a black robe. His hood concealed most of his face, revealing only a strange mask.
Fan Xian trembled.
Although he had lost all his true qi, most of his eyesight remained, so he could still see very clearly.
Great Sage!
His fellow countryman!
The man with a wicked taste for mischief, who had saved his life-the only person of his kind in this world whom he could trust most!
Judging by his