Zu An traced the source of the voice. He saw a tall and robust man dressed in a dragon robe standing beside a writing desk. The man was looking at him, his face devoid of expression.

This was clearly the Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. His clothes could be easily copied, but the aura he was giving off was definitely not something that could be replicated.

He knew that the emperor’s name was Zhao Han, thanks to Chu Chuyan.

Zu An wanted to see just how exaggerated this number one expert was for himself. When they locked gazes, however, the only things he could process were the emperor’s sharp and penetrating eyes.

He couldn’t begin to describe those eyes. He had met emperors before, even though the first emperor he had met had been reduced to a remnant soul. Furthermore, he had only met him after he had already passed the trial, so the other party had treated Zu An as one of his own, and did not exert his pressure on Zu An.

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