Two people stood behind the middle-aged man. One was a man with long silver hair, dressed entirely in snow-white robes, with an austere face but skin as delicate as a baby's.
The other had a withered face, unusually shriveled muscles and skin, and deeply sunken eyes. His frame was enormous, but he was not particularly muscular.
Zhao Ling raised his sword-like brows slightly. He could sense that the two behind the middle-aged man were probably both Titled Douluo. Judging by their appearances, his blind guess was that they were Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong.
Although both looked to be around thirty and showed no signs of age, Zhao Ling knew very well that by the latter part of the first installment, both were over a hundred years old.
Calculating from the timeline, they should both be in their sixties or seventies now, so naturally, their strength should already have reached the Titled Douluo level.
As for the middle-aged man's identity, Zhao Ling guessed that he was probably Ning Fengzhi's father. He definitely could not be Ning Fengzhi himself.
After all, Ning Fengzhi had seemed even younger than Tang Hao in the original work. How could he possibly be the middle-aged man before him?
Zhao Ling withdrew his gaze and nodded to Xue Ye. "Your Majesty summoned me to the palace. May I ask what this is about?"
Xue Ye immediately rose from his throne, his face wreathed in an ingratiating smile.
"Demon-Suppressing Offering, you've finally arrived. Attendants, bring a seat for the Demon-Suppressing Offering."
At his words, several attendants brought a Taishi Chair and placed it beside Prince Xue Xing. Zhao Ling sat down without hesitation.
Once Zhao Ling was seated, he looked at the three opposite him with feigned puzzlement and asked directly.
"Your Majesty,