Deep within this turbulent palace, every inch of air seems to hold hidden secrets.
The Emperor's secret guards are a mysterious force hidden in the shadows, and their skills in stealth are unparalleled.
Like a ghost blending into the night, it can silently fulfill its duty of protection, and it is impossible for anyone to detect it so easily.
At this moment, Xuan Ying, who was inside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, clearly sensed with his keen perception that the two people inside the hall were faintly emanating a blood aura.
Although the blood energy was deliberately suppressed, it was still like a faint candle flame, which could not escape Xuan Ying's sharp sense of smell, which was as keen as a hunting hawk.
Therefore, Xuan Ying secretly pondered that these two people must be unfathomably skilled in martial arts and were definitely not ordinary people. They must be Ning Chenxing's people who were lurking here.
Xuan Ying subconsciously reached out and gently stroked his waist, where his powerful weapon lay quietly. The cold touch transmitted to his palm gave him a sense of comfort and strength.
He frowned slightly, his eyes instantly turning as cold as ice, like a frozen pool that had never melted in a thousand years, and then he raised his eyes again to stare at the figure hanging from the beam.
The shadowy figure loomed in the dim light, like a wisp of mist, exuding a mysterious and dangerous aura, as if it could transform into a deadly blade at any moment.
Xuan Ying quickly weighed the pros and cons in his mind, knowing that this operation was like walking on the edge of an abyss, and the slightest carelessness would result in his destruction.
However, the mission he shouldered was as heavy as Mount Tai, leaving him no room for retreat.
Finally, he gritted his teeth, a resolute look flashing in his eyes, and made up his mind to risk sneaking into the inner room.
His movements were light and agile, like a black panther stalking in the night, each movement fluid and natural, without a sound.
He moved cautiously toward the inner room, each step landing as softly as a feather, trying not to make a sound so as not to disturb the lurking danger.
Despite the perilous journey ahead, where every shadow could conceal deadly dangers and a single misstep could expose one's whereabouts and lead to utter ruin.
However, relying on her superb skills honed through years of martial arts training and extraordinary courage, Xuan Ying skillfully avoided all potential dangers, moving forward silently like a ghost.
Finally, he successfully reached the emperor's bedside.
Just as Xuan Ying was about to bend down slightly to carefully examine the Emperor's physical condition, at this critical moment, the figure hanging from the beam moved without warning.
The dark figure moved swiftly like a ghost, creating a slight gust of wind that seemed particularly jarring in the silent hall.
The situation instantly became extremely critical, leaving Xuan Ying no time to think.
He moved with lightning speed, and in the blink of an eye, he flipped onto the bed as swiftly as a black lightning bolt.
In the blink of an eye, he disappeared from the dragon bed. His movements were so swift and fluid, without any hesitation, that he left no trace.
It was as if he were part of this darkness, blending into the surrounding environment.
The figure floated down gently from the beam, landing silently, like a withered leaf falling gracefully to the ground.
He first walked slowly to the dragon bed with steady steps, then leaned down slightly and gazed at the emperor lying on the bed.
Those gazes, like two sharp hooks, lingered on the emperor's face for a moment, as if scrutinizing something closely, their eyes revealing an unfathomable depth.
Then, he straightened up, turned around, and walked out with unhurried steps.
Immediately afterwards, he began to speak in hushed tones with another person who was guarding the door.
Their voices were so faint, as barely audible as the fluttering of a mosquito's wings, that they were almost inaudible in the silent, empty palace.
Xuan Ying strained to press his ear close, focusing almost all his attention on the faint sound, trying to discern the content of their conversation.
However, no matter how hard he tried, he could only catch some vague syllables, like broken fragments, making it difficult to piece together complete information.
Left with no other choice, he had to give up for the time being.
Time slowly passed in the tense wait, each second seemingly stretched out.
After waiting patiently for a while, seeing that the figure had not yet returned, Xuan Ying cautiously peeked out from above the dragon bed.
Like a cautious fox, it carefully observes the movements outside.
The two men were still talking in hushed tones, their expressions serious and solemn. They would occasionally glance around warily, their eyes revealing deep vigilance.
They seemed to be discussing something of paramount importance, and the atmosphere was so oppressive it was hard to breathe.
Xuan Ying knew that time was of the essence, and every second wasted could cause the situation to deteriorate further. He could not afford to waste any more time.
So, seizing the opportunity, while the two were engrossed in their conversation and their attention was slightly diverted, he flipped over and landed lightly like a black phantom.
He landed as steadily as a rock, without making a sound, as if he had become one with the earth.
He quickly reached out and cautiously checked the emperor's breathing.
Xuan Ying touched the warm, steady airflow between the Emperor's nostrils with her fingers and was pleasantly surprised to find that the Emperor's breathing was stable and normal.
But this seemingly normal appearance caused a deep sense of doubt to rise in Xuan Ying's heart.
In this palace full of intrigue and crisis, the emperor is in danger and surrounded by such suspicious people, so why does he seem to be safe and sound?
What intricate secrets are hidden behind this?
Countless thoughts flashed through Xuan Ying's mind, and various possibilities surged like a tide, while an ominous premonition loomed over her heart like a dark cloud.
Upon seeing the two people inside the hall, Xuan Ying immediately concluded that they were definitely not royal guards.
The royal bodyguards are the best of the best, selected from countless individuals through rigorous screening.
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