It’s not just for an old lady.”

Shi Yu scratched his head and stopped talking. The grudges and hatreds in this world were not something that his little mind could understand.

In the palace.

The young gray-robed Taoist priest came through the air and struck down with his palm.

The sword array built by the Jinpan Kingdom royal family with a lot of money opened on its own, and a long sword made of sword energy rose into the sky and flew towards the young Taoist priest like raindrops.

The big sleeve of the gray robe was waved and then struck down with a palm.

The applause was so huge that waves appeared out of thin air.

There was a loud bang in the palace, deafening. It was actually a palm that broke through the sword formation that Jin Panguo had spent hundreds of years building.

Panic suddenly fell into the palace, and the eunuchs and maids were in chaos.

"Zhao Zhibing, come out and see me!"

A loud roar resounded in the imperial city.

People in the palace looked up one after another, trying to see clearly who was calling His Majesty the Emperor by his first name.

Soon, an old man wearing a Confucian shirt appeared on the roof. However, he was not the emperor of Jin Panguo, but the most respected prime minister of the emperor.

The old man in Confucian shirt put one hand behind his back and stroked his beard with the other, turning a blind eye to the tragedy in the palace. He looked at the young Taoist with a smile and said, "Senior Wang Mian, long time no see."


Chapter completed!