"How can you do that? You're not allowed to bully her!" Luo Qing said, emphasizing her words, but her voice remained low, clearly afraid of waking Luo Xiaotong.
"I didn't bully her, I just wanted to tease her. Don't worry, I won't take her frying pan. What use would I have for her frying pan? I wouldn't take it even if she gave it to me for free."
As Zijing finished speaking, she reached out and grabbed Luo Xiaotong's frying pan.
However, at that moment, Luo Xiaotong, who was half asleep, suddenly opened her eyes and quickly hugged the frying pan to her chest.
Moreover, Luo Xiaotong glared and shouted, "As long as the pot exists, I'm here; if the pot dies, I die!"
Zijing froze on the spot, momentarily at a loss for words.
"Stop fooling around and be quiet," Ye Feng scolded.
Zijing awkwardly touched her nose before finally returning to her seat.
Before I knew it, five or six hours had passed.
The capital of the Hongtian Empire is currently located directly below Ye Feng and his group.
Zijing, Luo Qing, and Luo Xiaotong all leaned over the railing, peering down.
Looking at this vast and bustling city, Zijing and Luo Qing's mouths were wide open, and Luo Xiaotong was naturally the same.
"Stop looking, let's go downstairs."
Night Wind said with a smile, and controlled the Lightning Shuttle to slowly descend to the ground.
But before the lightning shuttle could land, a group of martial artists flew in and surrounded it from all sides.
"Who are you? Don't you know that flying magical artifacts are not allowed in the skies above the capital?"
The leading young general, with an extraordinary bearing, held a halberd and shouted a stern question.
Luo Qing immediately called out, "Uncle Chen, it's me! It's Luo Qing!"
The young general looked at Luo Qing at the bow of the ship, and his expression immediately softened.
"Who is he?" Ye Feng asked.
"He is the city-guarding general of the capital, named Chen Hanguang, a second-rank official of the Hongtian Empire!" Luo Qing said.
Chen Hanguang looked at Luo Qing and said, "So it is Miss Luo who has graced us with her presence. I am sorry for being late in welcoming you."
"Uncle Chen, you're here..."
Luo Qing smiled and tried to be polite with Chen Hanguang.
But then Chen Hanguang put on a stern face and said, "Even if it is Miss Luo, you should not use a flying artifact to fly over the capital. It is an ancient rule that flying artifacts are not allowed to be used over the capital, and no one may violate it."
"How fierce!" Zijing said sarcastically.
Chen Hanguang glanced at Zijing, then snorted coldly.
It was at this moment that Chen Hanguang noticed Ye Feng standing next to Luo Qing, with a smile on his face.
Chen Hanguang was struck dumb, and stood there for a long time, unable to recover.
"Who...who are you?" Chen Hanguang asked, as if he had lost his soul.
Before Ye Feng could say anything, Luo Qing said, "Uncle Chen, this is the first patriarch of our Luo family, the Southern King Luo Tong, who was the Southern Ling King seven hundred years ago!"
Upon hearing Luo Qing's words, Chen Hanguang was completely taken aback, and his hand holding the halberd trembled.
“Miss Luo, didn’t Ancestor Luo already…” Chen Hanguang said incredulously.
Luo Qing said with a proud expression, "Our ancestor did not perish; he was merely in seclusion due to severe injuries. After seven hundred years of dedicated seclusion, our ancestor not only fully recovered from his injuries but also made further progress!"
"Now, our ancestor has reached the peak of the Saint Realm!"
To cooperate with Luo Qing, Ye Feng voluntarily released his own true energy fluctuations.
Then, a powerful aura emanated from the night wind like a storm, sweeping in all directions.
All the city guards who were swept by the night wind turned pale and swayed precariously.
Chen Hanguang, who was in charge, no longer had any doubts about Ye Feng.
After all, the aura of the Saint Realm emanating from the night breeze was genuine!
Moreover, this was the result of Ye Feng deliberately suppressing his power. You should know that Ye Feng's true realm is not the Saint Realm, but the Void King Realm!
"I never expected... I really never expected that the Ancestor Luo from seven hundred years ago would still exist in this world. I simply can't believe my eyes," Chen Hanguang exclaimed.
"Enough with the nonsense. Go and inform the current emperor that I, Luo Tong, have arrived," Ye Feng said calmly.
"Yes, Elder Luo, please wait here for a moment!"
As soon as Chen Hanguang finished speaking, he turned and flew away, speeding towards the palace. He quickly became a small black dot and disappeared without a trace.
Inside the palace, a middle-aged man dressed in a dragon robe and wearing a nine-tasseled crown was quietly reading a secret letter.
A young man dressed in brocade robes and wearing a golden crown stood respectfully before him.
This imposing middle-aged man, who exudes authority even without anger, is none other than the current emperor of the Hongtian Empire, the Hongwu Emperor!
The young man standing in front of him was his second son, who was also the second prince of the Hongtian Empire!
"Father, this secret letter..."
The second prince asked with a curious look, it seemed that he had finally been unable to hold back after enduring for so long.
The Hongwu Emperor handed the secret letter in his hand to the Second Prince and said, "Take a look. This is a secret report from Jiangxia City in the Southern Border. Luoyun City was attacked by a large group of Crimson-tailed Beasts, and almost all of the people in Luoyun City survived."
"But what's most puzzling is that the ancestor of the Luo family from seven hundred years ago suddenly broke out of seclusion... I never expected that the Prince of Nanling would still be alive!"
Upon hearing Emperor Hongwu's words, the Second Prince immediately perused the secret letter in his hand.
After reading it, the Second Prince exclaimed in shock, "The Prince of Nanling is still alive! This is really going to be difficult."
"Yes," Emperor Hongwu nodded.
A century ago, during the turmoil, the ruling class of the Hongtian Empire underwent a major reshuffle.
The kings of the East, West, and North were all retained, but the king of the South was stripped of his title and his territory was taken back.
Now, the ancestor of the Luo family in the Southern Territory has crawled out of his coffin. What should we do?
Should the title of Southern Territory King be returned to the Luo family?
"This is of great importance. You must immediately convey this message to the current vassal kings of the East, West, and North. The Prince of Nanling will be arriving in the capital soon, and their absence is unacceptable," said the Hongwu Emperor.
"Yes, Your Majesty, I will go immediately..."
Before the second prince could finish speaking, a loud shout came from outside: "Report—"
"Come in and speak!" Emperor Hongwu commanded.
Chen Hanguang rushed in from outside and knelt down on one knee with a thud. He said respectfully but urgently, "Your Majesty, Your Highness, the Prince of Nanling has appeared! The Prince of Nanling from seven hundred years ago has brought Luo Qing to the capital. They are currently inside a flying magical artifact above the capital!"
The Hongwu Emperor's expression changed drastically.
He and his beloved son hadn't even reached a decision when the other party arrived.
This threw him into complete disarray, leaving him utterly helpless!
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