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Bearing the mission of the Yan King, General Lu had traveled for several days and finally arrived at the Heavenly Emperor Holy Dynasty. Holding the token of the Yan King, he felt a mix of apprehension as he went through strict announcements to step into the royal palace.
The Holy Lord, Nangong Hong, sat high upon his dragon throne, exuding an air of authority. His gaze was deep and penetrating, emanating an invisible pressure that filled the entire hall with solemnity. General Lu stood beneath the throne, feeling an overwhelming weight enveloping him; he dared not raise his head and could only respectfully present the token of the Yan King.
Nangong Hong's voice was steady and powerful as he slowly inquired, "What brings you here?" His tone conveyed an undeniable authority. At this moment, General Lu dared not conceal anything; like a bamboo tube pouring out beans, he recounted the intentions of the Yan King one by one.
Upon hearing this, Nangong Hong slightly closed his eyes, falling into contemplation. The hall was silent, with only the occasional sound of wind from outside breaking the stillness. After a moment, Nangong Hong slowly opened his eyes, which glimmered like torches. He said, "You may withdraw for now; I will discuss this matter with my ministers before making a decision."
Although General Lu felt an intense urgency in his heart upon hearing this, he did not dare to say more. He understood well that the Holy Lord's intentions were not to be defied. He could only bow respectfully and turn to exit the hall slowly.
Once General Lu had left, silence fell over the hall. After a long pause, the Holy Lord finally broke the quietude with a voice that pierced through: "What are your thoughts on the intentions of the Yan Kingdom?"
The ministers exchanged glances, their expressions serious as they observed one another in silence, seemingly weighing the pros and cons in their minds while also harboring some fear.
At that moment, one man stepped forward with firm strides, breaking the oppressive atmosphere. Dressed in resplendent robes and exuding an imposing presence, his eyes sparkled with determination—he was indeed a Saint.
"I believe it is feasible," he declared loudly, his voice carrying an undeniable strength. "Though there are decrees from the Northern Domain Alliance, we in the Holy Dynasty are also a cornerstone of the alliance with a prominent position. Even the leader of the Wang family would not dare to pressure us lightly."
If Ye Xingchen were present, he would surely recognize this man as Chen Daolin, who had rescued Chen Canghai.
Nangong Hong's gaze fixed on Chen Daolin in the center of the hall. Upon seeing him, a wave of joy surged within; everything Chen Daolin said resonated with his own thoughts.
"Minister Chen speaks very rightly," Nangong Hong's voice echoed throughout the vast hall. "The Ye family has become increasingly arrogant in recent years, repeatedly interfering with our Holy Dynasty's affairs. Just last time, they even dared to slay our emissary—a matter that remains unresolved."
"This time, I will make them understand the might of our Holy Dynasty!" The determination and ruthlessness in Nangong Hong's eyes were evident as he looked at Chen Daolin and continued, "You will handle this matter entirely on your own."
Upon hearing this command, Chen Daolin felt a shiver run through him. He clasped his fists in acknowledgment and replied earnestly, "I obey!"
As Chen Daolin turned to leave, the voice of the Holy Lord resonated once more, carrying an undeniable authority: "Remember, keep your hands clean. The reputation of my Holy Dynasty must not be tarnished."
Chen Daolin paused for a moment before resolutely stepping forward again.
Upon returning to his residence, a young man dressed in a blue robe hurriedly approached him, cupping his hands in greeting. "Grandfather, I heard you are seeking the Ye Family Ancestor."
At these words, Chen Daolin halted and slowly turned around, only to find his grandson, Chen Canghai, before him.
Chen Canghai was no longer the reckless Tianfeng County King of old; he now exuded a sense of composure and restraint. His cultivation had also made remarkable progress, reaching the Peak of the King realm.
Yet beneath this calm exterior lay a deep-seated hatred for Ye Xingchen.
Looking at his grandson, Chen Daolin nodded slightly and said, "Indeed, this matter does violate the alliance's agreement, but we must seize the moral high ground if we are to act."
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