Chapter 112

Wei Jinzhang led the Night Emperor in.

"Your Majesty."

Gazing at Zhu Houzhao's slightly childish face and excited expression.

The Night Emperor smiled and greeted him.

"Uncle, no need for formalities! Lao Wei, bring him a seat!"

Zhu Houzhao waved his hand and turned to instruct Wei Jinzhang beside him.

Then,

Before the Night Emperor could speak, he blurted out with a hint of reproach.

"Where have you been all these years, Uncle?"

"All these years, not a single message—you've made your nephew worry sick!"

As he spoke, a few traces of pouting appeared on his face.

Like a wife abandoned by her husband.

"I know all about it."

"It was my fault; you've suffered these past years."

"Rest assured, now that I've returned, I will surely help you crush the traitors and reclaim your power!"

The Night Emperor smiled, offering no further explanation.

Only a flicker of embarrassment in the depths of his eyes revealed it.

He, once revered as the Supreme of Wu Lin in Great Ming's martial world, must have endured great hardship!

Otherwise,

Even with his wild heart, he could never have stayed away for over a decade!

Seeing this,

Zhu Houzhao, whose nature had long transcended ordinary men, did not press further, but grinned and praised:

"With Uncle here, I have complete confidence."

"You…" The Night Emperor chuckled and shook his head.

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Qinglong Peak, Qinglong Shanzhuang.

He cast a faint glance at the Heaven's Golden List.

Ximen Wudi stroked the black cat in his arms, his expression utterly calm.

As if he had long anticipated this ranking.

The only thing that gave him slight pause was the reward of the Heaven's Golden List.

Others might not know,

but he had a faint feeling—

Perhaps, the return of another continent is not far off!

And the martial strength of the Nine Continents, relatively speaking, may be far weaker than before.

Hence, Heaven rewards the Dao's profound truths to those ranked.

Hoping they can elevate their strength a tier before the other continent returns!

Otherwise, once the other continent returns, it may bring disaster, not fortune, to the Nine Continents!

Yet what puzzled him was:

Isn't Heaven supposed to treat all things as straw dogs?

Why would it act this way?

Could there be some other hidden secret unknown to all?

At this thought,

Ximen Wudi slightly furrowed his brow.

His previously placid expression subtly shifted.

A spark of interest stirred in his deep eyes.

Perhaps,

He would no longer have to be so lonely!!

Just as he thought this, Miss Baoqin entered from outside.

"Master, Sun Xiaohong requests an audience."

Sun Xiaohong?

Sun Baifa's granddaughter?

The girl with pitch-black, bright eyes and two thick braids?

Ximen Wudi froze.

The figure he had seen not long ago surfaced unconsciously in his mind.

He nodded and said:

"Let her in."

"Yes."

Miss Baoqin replied.

She walked toward the door.

Not long after.

and led Sun Xiaohong in.

"Xiaohong greets the Great Dragon Head."

The moment she stepped inside,

Sun Xiaohong obediently offered a salute.

Her big eyes stared at him without blinking.

Her rosy little face could not quite hide a trace of joy.

"What? Your grandfather didn't come?"

He took in her expression.

Ximen Wudi asked casually.

"N-no, Grandfather said I've grown up, and it's time I shared some of the burden for him."

Sun Xiaohong shook her little head, explaining with a slightly unnatural look on her face.

In fact,

how could she possibly be sharing any burden?

The main reason was that she had learned her grandfather was coming to report to the Great Dragon Head.

So, eager to see the man she had been pining over, she had volunteered for the task.

But such a little scheme — how could a young lady like her bring herself to speak it aloud?

She could only fob him off with this flimsy excuse.

He saw through her thoughts at a glance.

Ximen Wudi smiled, but did not call her out.

Gently stroking the cat in his arms, he gave her a meaningful look.

"Tell me, how are things going?"

At the mention of business,

Sun Xiaohong straightened her expression.

She organized her words for a moment, then slowly began.

"Reporting to the Great Dragon Head: in the Great Han Dynasty, Dong Zhuo and the Son of Heaven Liu Xie are both dead, and the realm has now entered an era of warring heroes!"

"Our hidden agent has already become a regional warlord, awaiting your next orders."

"As for the Great Sui Dynasty, with Sui Emperor Yang Guang eliminated, the realm has fallen into utter chaos."

"Although the Four Great Clans have been badly crippled, they have nonetheless raised their banners amid the turmoil and become the four regional warlords of Great Sui."

"Besides that, in the Battle of Chang'an's Purple Bamboo Forest, the orthodox faction led by Pudu Cihang Jingzhai and the demonic sect both suffered heavy losses, and the Changsheng Art has vanished without a trace."