Of course, such people are extremely rare. Over thousands of years, only a handful have been recorded. Unfortunately, her father, the emperor, was one of them, as was the legendary imperial uncle, Zhao Xi.

Everyone in the empire thought that the most powerful person in the empire was He Xingjue, but they were all wrong. The most powerful person was never He Xingjue, but Zhao Xi and her father, the emperor.

As long as Zhao Xi makes a move, she doesn't believe that Li Ze will survive.

Zhao Lingman continued walking forward until she reached the end, where she used the black, blocky object to open the door once more.

"Who?" A hoarse voice, like a saw cutting through dry wood, rang out.

"Zhao Xi?" Zhao Lingman asked, looking at the emaciated man on the bed, wondering if he had made a mistake by coming here tonight.

More than 20 years later, is Zhao Xi still that SSS-level Sentinel?

Zhao Xi slowly got out of bed, his long hair falling down, covering most of his face, with only a pair of gloomy eyes appearing and disappearing.

"Zhao Jin's daughter?" Zhao Xi spoke slowly, with a hint of awkwardness and unease.

Zhao Lingman knew it was because he hadn't interacted with anyone for so many years. She just hadn't expected that after more than twenty years, he would recognize her at a glance.

Zhao Lingman nodded, "You help me kill someone, and I'll let you go after it's done."

A strange sound emanated from Zhao Xi's chest, like the mocking laughter of a demon from hell. He said, "Does your father know you've come to see me?"

"Do you know? So what if you don't? We're talking business now. Just tell me if you're going to do this deal or not." Feeling guilty, Zhao Lingman raised her voice.

"Do it." Zhao Xi said without any hesitation.