The luxurious dragon-horse carriage of Qinglong Palace has now slowly traveled from the inner city of the imperial capital to the outer city. Except for the driver, Han Jiulin and the old prince were the only ones sitting in the carriage.
King Qinglong could naturally see that Han Jiulin was in a very low mood now, and thought it was all because of Huangfu Zhirou, and then said, "Jilin, have you said goodbye to that child Zhirou?"
Han Jiulin smiled bitterly and said, "That's right..."
King Qinglong said: "Jiulin, today's farewell may not actually mean anything. In terms of your peerless talent, as long as you can become the top powerhouse in the Canglan Empire one day, you can return to this imperial capital in glory.
Inside the city.”
"Although the realm of sainthood is a realm of practice that is out of reach for most cultivators, it is different for you, isn't it?"
Han Jiulin knew that what the old prince said was indeed correct, but his current low mood was not entirely due to this incident. It was just that there were various reasons that he couldn't explain to the old prince, so he could only squeeze out a smile and nodded to the old prince.
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"Jiulin, Jiulin! Han Jiulin, please stop!"
Along with the sound of galloping dragons and horses, Huangfu Zhirou's shouts came from behind, from far to near.
Naturally, the driver did not dare to offend Princess Zhirou of the Giant Spirit Palace, and slowly stopped the carriage.
Han Jiulin glanced at Qinglong King, then took a deep breath, walked out of the carriage, and jumped to the ground.
Huangfu Zhirou burst into tears of joy when she saw Han Jiulin. She jumped off the dragon horse's back with just a tap, and then landed in front of Han Jiulin's body.
At this time, Huangfu Zhirou could no longer care about anything. She raised her hands and opened her arms, and suddenly hugged Han Jiulin into her arms. She knew clearly that Han Jiulin was about to leave the imperial capital, and she didn't know when he would return to the imperial capital.
Although the patrol sergeants around looked at the two embracing each other with surprised looks, they were intimidated by Han Jiulin's current reputation and did not dare to focus too much on the two of them, let alone discuss the matter.
Huangfu Zhiju said: "I have guessed it..."
Although Huangfu Zhirou did not want Han Jiulin to leave the imperial capital, she was also very aware of the situation facing Qinglong Palace now. She knew that if Han Jiulin did not leave the imperial capital, he would probably face danger for his life.
It's not like she hasn't thought about leaving the imperial capital city with Han Jiulin, but as a child of the royal family, and now that the Canglan Empire is in a critical situation of national destruction and family destruction, how can she leave everything behind and escape selfishly?
Not to mention that there were her mother, brothers, relatives and friends in the Giant Spirit Palace. Although she loved Han Jiulin deeply, she could not ignore their life and death under any circumstances.
"You will come back to see me, right?"
Huangfu Zhirou asked Han Jiulin one last question using the method of transmitting sounds into secrets.
She knew very well that if the news spread that Han Jiulin intended to leave the imperial capital, the princes in the imperial capital would definitely try their best to stop him and would never let Han Jiulin leave.
So she chose to make the last inquiry in a way that only she and Han Jiulin could hear.
Han Jiulin naturally understood the reason why she did this. He was so moved that he couldn't help hugging Huangfu Zhirou tighter and nodded heavily.
"Zhirou, if the rebels attack the imperial capital, you must open the bag of tips I gave you. Don't forget it. You must take care of yourself and remember the agreement between me and you!"
After Han Jiulin and Huangfu Zhirou hugged each other for a long time, he gave Huangfu Zhirou the last words through voice transmission. Then he let go of Huangfu Zhirou's waist and turned around to get on the bicycle frame.
Huangfu Zhirou watched as Han Jiulin and King Qinglong's dragon carriage continued to go away, eventually turning into a black dot and disappearing on the street...
Han Jiulin and the old prince walked all the way through the secret passage and finally arrived at the Ghost Villa outside the city.
Now, except for the 300 young geniuses from the Qinglong Palace who were escorted by four ancestors of the Qinglong Palace along with Han Lingyun, the rest of the Qinglong Palace clan members are all staying in the Ghost Villa.
Fortunately, Ghost Villa has continued to expand over the years, otherwise it really would not be able to accommodate such a large number of people from Qinglong Palace.
"This place looks so familiar... huh?
Is this the Yuxiang Manor where you lived, Jiulin?"
After scanning the surrounding scene, the old prince finally understood. Seeing the huge changes in Yuxiang Manor, he couldn't help but feel slightly surprised.
However, after the old prince used the power of induction to explore the situation inside Ghost Villa, the surprise in his heart suddenly increased several times.
This manor, built like a small town, actually contains the unique auras of at least seven king-level experts. What is going on?
You must know that apart from the empire, only top forces such as the Bloodthirsty Demon Sect, Giant Spirit Palace, Tiandao City, and Shenxiang Sect can have such a large number of powerful kings. Why are there so many powerful people in this mere manor?
Such a scene?
Just when Han Jiulin was about to explain, Baili Jing jumped down from the city tower, then bowed respectfully to King Qinglong, and then said: "Bailijing has met King Qinglong.
In fact, the actual name of this place now should be called Ghost Villa..."
"Um?
Ghost Villa?
Could it be that Ghost Villa is the force that Jiulin said you had secretly established outside the imperial capital?"
Although the old prince was surprised in his heart, after all, he had experienced countless storms and his expression remained calm as usual.
The reputation of Ghost Villa has become quite famous in the past year, and King Qinglong naturally often hears news about Ghost Villa.
But he has never connected a powerful force like Ghost Villa with Han Jiulin.
Seeing how prosperous the Ghost Villa was, King Qinglong couldn't help but nodded, and then said:
"Very good. With the resources and talents that our Qinglong Palace has transferred now, coupled with the great help from Ghost Villa, I believe that even after leaving the imperial capital, it will soon regain its strength and even become stronger than before."
The old prince now only feels that Qinglong Palace indeed has a successor. With Han Jiulin, a descendant with unlimited potential, strong talent and clever methods, why should Qinglong Palace not be able to return to its heyday?
Han Jiulin said: "The base camp of Ghost Villa is too close to the imperial capital. Now it is also facing a lot of potential risks. We, the people of Qinglong Palace, must move again and head to southern Xinjiang as soon as possible!"
"The current situation in the Imperial Capital is not optimistic. The Canglan Empire may be in danger of destruction at any time. Senior Baili, you are responsible for temporarily withdrawing all the masters of Ghost Villa from outside the Imperial Capital, leaving only some intelligence personnel.
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Baili Jing said: "Yes, Villa Master! There is an underground river under our Ghost Villa, which leads directly to the Canglan River. If we use the waterway, we can evacuate from the vicinity of the Imperial Capital as quickly as possible."
"And even if those imperial troops or rebel alliances come to pursue them, only true masters can catch up. But with the strength of our Ghost Villa and Qinglong Palace, even the Holy King of the Bloodthirsty Demon Sect and the Danhe of the Empire can't catch up."
King Yu has arrived, so we don’t need to worry."
Han Jiulin said: "Well, we will act according to Senior Baili's ideas."