"So eerie? Could it be some kind of ascension ritual?" Zhao Douan felt short of breath. He stood up and paced in the room.
He continuously sorted through his thoughts.
Clearly, if this message is true, combined with what Zhang Yan Yi previously said about the foreseen emergence of a "Human Immortal" in the west.
Then, under the catalyst of this war, the fusion of Xuan Yin and the Dharma King should indeed be the truth behind the ascension to Human Immortal.
"I understand now." Zhao Douan stopped in his tracks, turned, and looked at the weak princess lying on the bed:
"You should first recuperate in the government office; I will report this to His Majesty."
After speaking, he left the exhausted Princess Wen Zhu, swiftly striding out.
He stepped out of the room.
Ma Yan, Haitang, and others gathered around, "How is it?"
Zhao Douan pretended to be calm:
