That's right.
Mo Beichen went to find Xuan Ming alone.
Shadow only noticed when Mo Beichen appeared outside Xuanming's bedroom.
Is the ruler of the Sumeru Continent really that strong?
The next second, he appeared five steps away from Mo Beichen, sword in hand, watching him warily.
Mo Beichen looked at the person who suddenly appeared in front of him without the slightest surprise.
Long before he set foot on the Xuancang Continent, the elders here had already found out about the situation around Xuanming.
The one who's always by your side is probably this one, Shadow.
Mo Beichen remained expressionless and made no move.
Shadow sighed inwardly: This aura is somewhat familiar.
Just as the two were at an impasse, a coughing sound came from inside.
"Shadow, let him in."
Mo Beichen was slightly startled upon hearing this.
Did they already know he was coming?
When Shadow told Xuanming about sending the medicinal herbs, Xuanming did not object.
He was also asked to prepare in advance to welcome the distinguished guest.
"Does Your Highness mean they will send someone?"
Xuanming nodded.
But even though Yun Qingluo's life was saved, none of them came.
Shadow thought that his lord had miscalculated.
Unexpectedly, it actually came.
When Mo Beichen entered the bedchamber, he did not smell the medicinal scent he had expected.
Isn't he about to die?
Why wasn't any medication used?
Did they know they were destined to die and give up?
Mo Beichen shook his head almost imperceptibly. A king of a dynasty would never have such thoughts.
When Mo Beichen stepped into the room, Xuan Ming slowly raised his lowered gaze.
Their gazes met, each staring at the emperor before them with a hint of scrutiny.
The two stared at each other, as if time had frozen in that moment.
They could both sense the powerful and majestic aura emanating from each other, an aura that stemmed not only from their status and power as kings, but also from the wisdom and resilience they had accumulated over the years through trials and tribulations.
In this brief yet long gaze, it seemed as if countless pieces of information were being exchanged and collided in the air.
Xuanming thought to himself, "This person is the ruler of the Sumeru Continent? Indeed... extraordinary."
He wouldn't assume someone was reckless for daring to sneak into his palace alone at night.
On the contrary, he believed that the other side had figured out his situation, which was why they took action tonight.
Perhaps he was already familiar with the situation here months ago.
On the other side...
Mo Beichen also wondered to himself, "Xuan Ming? The prince of Xuan Cang Continent? He seems... unfathomable, he must be a formidable figure."
The two did not exchange any words, but the exchange of their eyes seemed to have given them a certain understanding of each other.
Finally, Xuan Ming broke the silence first.
He smiled slightly and said softly, "I have long heard of the name of the Sumeru Continent. It is a pleasure to meet you today."
Mo Beichen saw that the other party did not make things difficult for him, but instead treated him with the utmost hospitality.
Therefore, he politely replied, "You flatter me. Your dynasty rules over the rest of the continents and your reputation is far-reaching. I have long heard of you."
Upon hearing the last word, Xuanming confirmed his guess.
And so, what was expected to be a seemingly calm but actually turbulent dialogue between two kings from different continents began.
But actually...
After exchanging a few pleasantries with the other party, Mo Beichen began to get anxious.
He wanted to go back and sleep with Luo Luo.
Xuan Ming noticed Mo Beichen's impatience and said gently, "If you have something to say, just say it."
Mo Beichen said, "I need Elder Zhou."
Xuan Ming was slightly taken aback.
The words rolled on his lips, but he ultimately didn't ask them.
He saw that Mo Beichen didn't intend to speak again after he finished speaking.
I did ask one more question, "That's it?"
Mo Beichen, who had been looking down and playing with the purse that Luo Luo had embroidered for him, seemed puzzled when he heard Xuan Ming's question.
"besides?"
Xuanming paused for a moment, then suddenly laughed.
"I misunderstood."
When Mo Beichen heard Xuan Ming refer to himself as "I," his fingers paused slightly before returning to normal.
I had long heard that His Highness always refers to himself as "I" in front of others.
It's interesting that he doesn't put on any airs when facing him now.
It's a pity, though.
Although Mo Beichen did not understand medicine.
However, after just a few conversations, Xuanming's expression already showed signs of fatigue.
It seems he is quite ill.
But this has nothing to do with Mo Beichen.
In fact, if it weren't for Old Zhou's matter, he would have really wanted to say that he deserved it.
Anyone who dares to lay a finger on Luo Luo should have gone to the underworld long ago.
Mo Beichen's voice turned slightly cold as he thought of this, "Is it possible?"
Xuan Ming was somewhat confused when he saw Mo Beichen's voice suddenly turn cold.
However, he also understood the meaning behind Mo Beichen's question.
"You want my people on my turf?"
“Hmm.” Mo Beichen coldly uttered a single word.
Xuanming watched as his imposing aura remained undiminished, and his expression grew increasingly cold.
It seemed that if he didn't make a decision soon, he would take immediate action.
interesting.
Xuanming slowly extended his right hand, palm facing up, fingers slightly bent, making a polite invitation.
His eyes were calm as still water, revealing a profound and unfathomable depth.
Mo Beichen stood firmly in place like a statue, completely still.
His eyes, as cold as icy stars, stared at Xuan Ming, as if trying to see through his appearance to the depths of his heart.
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