Sir Huo turned around. He suddenly saw an Embroidered Envoy sitting by the window, whose outfit didn’t look quite the same as those of the other Embroidered Envoys. When he examined the patterns up close, he discovered that they were actually dark gold.

“Golden Token Envoy!” Sir Huo muttered, his pupils narrowing. With his status, he naturally knew about the prestige of a Golden Token Envoy.

“I came here to ask you a few questions this time. I hope you will cooperate,” Zu An said casually, as if he were talking about something absolutely trivial.

Sir Huo laughed out of annoyance, retorting, “What, you think I have to answer just because you ask a question?” An ordinary person would indeed fear the Embroidered Envoy, but people like him always wandered along the border of darkness. He even had the support of King Yan, so why would he be scared?

“I am only informing you. You do not have the privilege to refuse,” Zu An said, glancing at the other Embroidered Envoys. Their expressions continuously changed, but apart from being unconscious, everything else about them was completely normal. They seemed to be experiencing some kind of n...