Silence…. Deathly silence….

There wasn’t a single person within the entire imperial palace, nor was there any sign of life. It was utterly deathly silent.

Yang Ye and An Nanjing frowned as they stood on the stone steps outside the palace.

“Be careful!” She said in a low voice, “Something seems to be off.”

Yang Ye nodded in response, and then both of them flashed into the palace. There was a single person seated on the throne, and it was Emperor Han.

Emperor Han’s hair was disheveled, his eyes completely red, and he seemed quite ferocious.

“Yang Ye, do you know why the Sword Sect’s Founding Ancestor didn’t destroy my empire all those years ago?” asked Emperor Han.

Yang Ye said, “I’m not interested.” The profound energy within him surged as he spoke.

Emperor...