Beijing, inner courtyard of the imperial palace.

In the Qianyang Hall, the lingering incense is like a green gauze curtain, making the figure on the throne appear more mysterious and supreme.

"Your Majesty the Qin Emperor, Rong Chitian is the master's junior brother after all. What you said..."

In the middle of the hall, a middle-aged man walked out from the side and said suddenly.

He was wearing a Taoist robe, his beard and hair were up to his chest, and he looked like an immortal.

However, before he spoke, an invisible pressure came from above.

Zhao Yuanyang's face trembled suddenly, and he couldn't say another word.

"In the whole world, is it the king's land... If it weren't for His Majesty's forgiveness, Rong Chitian would probably not be able to survive."

At this moment, Huo Tiandu spoke. He looked at Zhao Yuanyang indifferently and reminded: "Go back and tell the headmaster that such a thing will not happen again, otherwise..."

Huo Tiandu stopped talking, but the underlying meaning behind his words was obvious.

How the Chiling Palace and the Black Prison fight is an internal matter within the imperial court, and Rong Chitian's involvement is already a taboo.

In the face of Emperor Qin's decree, he still dared to speak arrogantly and act recklessly. If it were anyone else, he would have died ten thousand times, and there would be no ashes left.

Emperor Qin took action and punished him by kneeling in front of Lingzhao Mountain for the world to observe his appearance. For a Taoist warrior, this was even more unbearable than killing him.

But from the perspective of Emperor Qin, this was already an act of kindness and ancestral virtue.

If there is still dissatisfaction with such a great favor from the emperor, I am afraid that the Longhu Mountain group will not be able to leave the capital.

"Thank you, Emperor Qin, for your kindness." Zhao Yuanyang had no choice but to humbly bow down and salute.

"Now that the matters discussed before have been settled, you can leave the capital tomorrow."

Emperor Qin's voice resounded throughout the Qianyang Palace. Huo Tiandu's brows trembled slightly when he heard the words, but he said nothing.

Zhao Yuanyang was speechless and bowed before retreating.

In the main hall, only the emperor Qin and Huo Tiandu were left.

The night was cold, and only incense was lingering in the huge palace, making it seem even more quiet.

"Your Majesty, is there any other way?" Huo Tiandu said suddenly.

On the throne, the tall figure fell silent for a moment.

"I know you promised your girl to Li Zangfeng's disciple... It's a pity that even King Yuan can't undo the catastrophe of the demon god."

"The one who has the most thorough research on the Great Demon God Tribulation in the world is Longhu Mountain. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been so bold to incorporate such power into that girl's body."

At this point, Huo Tiandu's eyebrows trembled, and strong regret filled his deep eyes.

If the years could be rolled back and time could be turned back, he would never do such an outrageous act.

"You are a disciple of Longhu Mountain and Mijueluo's junior brother. I think you should understand that this is the best arrangement."

Qin Huang's voice seemed indifferent and ethereal, without a trace of emotion. He was high above, surrounded by clouds and mist, like a clay sculpture of gods and Buddhas in a temple.

"Your Majesty..." Huo Tiandu hesitated and swallowed the words that had just reached his lips.

"I understand."

As he spoke, Huo Tiandu bowed and exited the hall.

The incense lingers like a green gauze curtain, making Emperor Qin's figure become more and more insubstantial.

"Why did you agree to Longhushan's request? Just for that girl?"

At this moment, a cold and hoarse voice sounded in the hall, reverberating like ripples, but no one was in sight.

"You talk too much."

Emperor Qin was indifferent. He raised his hand and everything in front of him disappeared. How could there be a palace or a world?

…

It's midnight, Imperial Prefect's Mansion.

Zhou Dao followed Huo Tiandu out of Chiling Palace and was arranged here.

The dignified Imperial Master's Palace is much more impressive than his Yuanwang Palace.

Zhou Dao was a little confused, why did the Imperial Master want him?

After all, this was the first time he and Huo Tian had met.

"This is Medicine King Bodhi!?"

Zhou Dao was walking in the garden, his eyes lit up, and a purple-red elixir attracted his attention.

"It takes five hundred years for this thing to take root... and it's actually planted here as a flower seedling?" Zhou Dao couldn't help but stepped forward, and reached out to the Medicine King Bodhi with his right hand.

"What are you doing?"

At this moment, a familiar voice came from behind.

Zhou Dao instinctively withdrew his hands and turned around hastily, only to see a black shadow leap into his eyes.

"Little Heihei!?" Zhou Dao was overjoyed and hurriedly walked over and took the little black cat into his arms.

"Why are you here?"

"This is my home, of course I am here."

Xiao Heihei lay obediently in Zhou Dao's arms, letting him rub his head.

"Your home!?" Zhou Dao was stunned for a moment.

"Who are you, the Imperial Preceptor?"

"My dad."

"What!?" Zhou Dao almost jumped up when he heard this.

Although he had already guessed that Xiao Heihei must have a lot of background, Zhou Dao was somewhat surprised to hear that the current Imperial Master was Xiao Heihei's biological father.

"Don't you know?" Xiao Heihei looked at Zhou Dao with some resentment.

"How do I know?" Zhou Dao shook his head.

"Then do you know..." The little black cat hesitated.

"What?" Zhou Dao asked.

"nothing……"

The little black cat jumped out of Zhou Dao's arms and landed on the wall.

"I'm leaving."

"Where to go?" Zhou Dao was startled and asked subconsciously.

"A very far away place." The little black cat turned its head away, but its tail drooped down lonely.

"You can find another cat."

Suddenly, the little black cat turned around and looked at Zhou Dao fiercely, as if giving a warning.

"But you can't find a better cat than me."

"Xiao Hei Hei, what's wrong with you?" Zhou Dao was stunned.

"Smelly Zhou Dao, you must not forget me."

The little black cat shouted in a tone that was almost like shouting, and then, like a bolt of lightning, it rushed out.

"Little Heihei..."

Zhou Dao was stunned, and just as he was about to chase him out, he heard a sigh echoing in the small courtyard.

"Don't go."

Zhou Dao turned around and looked, and Huo Tiandu came in from outside.

"senior……"

Huo Tiandu stared at Zhou Dao with his eagle-like eyes, as if he wanted to see through him.

Zhou Dao was so stared at that he was about to speak.

Huo Tiandu slowly withdrew his gaze and sighed again.

"Your master and I have already made an agreement. Originally, when you were promoted to Yuan Wang, we would find a time to marry Ali to you."

"Um!?"

When Zhou Dao heard this, his eyes widened, and for a moment he thought he had heard wrongly.

Ali? Huo Jinli? Xiao Heihei?

engagement!?

He and Xiao Heihei have been married for a long time?

Li Zangfeng actually arranged a marriage for him behind his back?

At this moment, Zhou Dao's brain was roaring, but the picture of Xiao Heihei revealing his true identity at Zhenlu Mountain that day in order to protect him at all costs came to mind.

At that time, Xiao Heihei didn't seem to know that he was King Yuan.

It risked its life, deep in the mountains on a moonlit night, and that beautiful shadow was like a brand, lingering in Zhou Dao's heart and unable to go away.

Who would have thought that this little black cat who clings to him day and night, regardless of life, is actually his fiancée!?
To be continued...