Dongfang Bubai glanced at the garrison commander and narrowed his eyes, saying, "As expected of the Great Xia Dynasty, even the general guarding the city has the cultivation to condense the Golden Core of Martial Dao and enter the Divine Seat Realm."
Yaoyue, standing to the side, looked at Chu Qinghe and asked, "How do you plan to make your move?"
Upon hearing Yaoyue's question, the others also snapped out of their daze and turned their attention to Chu Qinghe.
Meeting their gazes, Chu Qinghe said, "I've come here only for the sake of that ancestor of the Great Xia Dynasty. You can handle the rest in the future!"
After speaking, Chu Qinghe's spiritual energy surged and covered the sky above Zhongzhou City in just three breaths.
When the spiritual energy reached a nine-story tower within the palace, Chu Qinghe's lips curled into a slight smile.
"Found it."
At the same time, inside the nine-story tower of the imperial palace, on the ninth floor, an old man sat in front of a furnace where wisps of smoke rose.
The old man was dressed in a golden robe. He was also in his eighties. His hair and beard were blood-red, and his face was covered with wrinkles.
Although his eyes were slightly closed, his entire being exuded a captivating and intimidating aura, inspiring fear in those who beheld him.
"Um?"
Just then, the old man seemed to sense something, let out a soft "hmm," and suddenly opened his eyes.
The next second, the old man who was just inside the tower suddenly appeared on the open ground outside the tower without warning.
The moment his feet touched the ground, the old man slightly raised his eyes and looked at Chu Qinghe and the others who had somehow appeared in the open space.
His gaze swept over Chu Qinghe and the others, and when it landed on Yaoyue and Shuimu Yinji, a look of surprise flashed in the old man's eyes.
Before the old man could properly appreciate it, Chu Qinghe's voice suddenly rang out.
"Xia Zhengchun?"
Upon hearing the voice, the old man subtly shifted his gaze to Chu Qinghe.
However, when his gaze fell on Chu Qinghe, the old man couldn't help but frown slightly.
The reason was simple: the old man couldn't detect any aura, true essence, or spiritual energy fluctuations within Chu Qinghe's body.
The feeling was as if the old man was standing opposite an ordinary person who had never practiced martial arts.
However, this very feeling caused a sense of solemnity to rise in the old man's heart.
(End of this chapter)
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