The Forbidden City, Imperial Study.
The Emperor of Great Ming waved Wei Jinzhong out.
"Lin Lang killed the Holy Monk of Southern Shaolin too? Wasn't that Holy Monk hunting down Zhang Wuji, who was in the Heaven-Man Realm?"
Could the gap between two people in the Heaven-Man Realm really be so great?
Hearing this news, the Emperor of Great Ming was torn between joy and worry.
He was glad that Lin Lang, his Imperial Preceptor, was so overwhelmingly powerful. Even the Holy Monk of Southern Shaolin, revered as invincible in Great Song, was no match for him. There would be no need to worry about other people from the Jianghu daring to run wild in Great Ming again.
But Lin Lang's overwhelming power also worried him. Lin Lang had killed the Holy Monk of Southern Shaolin before Wudang Mountain, yet Zhang Sanfeng of the Wudang Sect had remained unmoved. Didn't he consider that a provocation?
It seemed there would be little point in trying to invite Zhang Sanfeng out of seclusion again.
Once Lin Lang had nothing left to pursue in the Martial Dao, would he want the emperor's throne?
The Emperor of Great Ming raised his hand, gathering a strand of true qi in his palm. He was already a Martial Arts Grandmaster.
But what use was a mere Martial Arts Grandmaster before Lin Lang? He could not even compare to Lin Lang's subordinates.
A few days earlier, Lin Lang had even arranged for the Left Vice Minister of Rites and Jia Liu of the Jinyiwei to go to Great Song. They had reportedly brought a state letter, yet he, the emperor, did not even know its contents.
"What exactly is Lin Lang trying to do?"
As the Emperor of Great Ming muttered to himself, a young eunuch suddenly