"Your Majesty..." The voice was soft so that no third person could hear it.
After a while, the emperor's face moved slightly, he put down the matters in his hands and said in a deep voice: "You deal with it first, I have something to do."
"Yes." A prince responded.
In the flash of his figure, the royal emperor had disappeared into the meeting hall.
Outside the palace on the water, in the very ordinary-looking Zhuangzi in Tianhuang City, the royal emperor looked at Beiming Tianquan in front of him, raised his eyebrows, and revealed Beiming Tianquan's identity: "Elder of the Saint Blood Hall."
"Your Majesty the Royal Emperor." Tianquan was not polite and replied calmly.
"Elder Xue, you should know that the saints and the royal family are enemies now, yet you still dare to come to see me." The emperor of the royal family looked at the calm and composed Beiming Tianquan in front of him and spoke slowly.
Beiming Tianquan heard this and said in a deep voice: "Since I dare to come, I am sure that His Majesty the Emperor will not kill me."
"Oh?" The royal emperor looked at Beiming Tianquan.
Beiming Tianquan didn't talk nonsense. He just reached out and dipped his hand into the tea cup, and quickly wrote on the table in front of the two of them:
Tomorrow, at three quarters of noon, the Holy Patriarch will lead the twelve masters of the Blood Hall to Tianxin Cliff to collect the living bone relics.
As soon as Bei Ming Tianquan finished writing the short line, he wiped it away with his hand, leaving no trace on the desktop.
But when this line of words fell into the eyes of the royal emperor, his eyes lit up.
There was a moment of silence in the room.
"Why?" In silence, the royal emperor slowly raised his head and looked at Beiming Tianquan.
Beiming Tianquan put down the tea in his hand and said with an arrogant look: "It's very simple. The Saint Clan has an sworn hatred against me."
"Oh?" As soon as he said this, the imperial emperor's eyes flashed with light, and he looked at Beiming Tianquan carefully. Beiming Tianquan's face was cold, and he did not retreat at all under the imperial emperor's inspection.
After a while, the emperor suddenly frowned and said, "I think you look like the same person."
"Your Royal Majesty, I thought you should be able to tell." Beiming Tianquan sneered upon hearing this.
You should be able to see it, you should be able to see it, could it be that he is...
The emperor's face suddenly changed, and he almost couldn't help but want to stand up, but in the end he restrained himself from standing up: "You are Beiming's... son..."
Beiming Tianquan looked at the complicated expression that flashed across the imperial emperor's face, smiled coldly and said: "Beiming Tianquan."
Beiming Tianquan, he actually called Beiming Tianquan.