HSSB648: Questioning

After the great gate had opened and that Grand Xuan Dynasty martial practitioner who cultivated in the Flowing Wind Nine Heavens Slash had been sucked within, the Myriad Dragon Palace continued following after the North Sea Sword Pavilion’s Yue Baoqi.

Yue Baoqi was taken aback as she watched the Myriad Dragon Palace shaking unceasingly, as if there were currently people clashing within.

However, the shaking did not affect the progress of the Myriad Dragon Palace as it continued leisurely following after her.

Yue Baoqi did not know where Yan Zhaoge came from. While Yan Zhaoge had acted against the Grand Xuan Dynasty as well, Yue Baoqi still viewed him with vigilance.

She tried to shake off the Myriad Dragon Palace, but Yan Zhaoge’s laughter now resounded from within it, “Wanting to acquire information, how could an Essence Spirit Martial Grandmaster captive know more than a Martial Saint?”

Hearing Yan Zhaoge’s words, Yue Baoqi hesitated slightly.

She heard Yan Zhaoge continuing, “I am surnamed Yan, Yan Zhaoge. You might find my name unfamiliar, but I wonder if you have heard of the Grand Xuan Dynasty’s Phoenix Bearing General, Yang Zhaozhen, before?”

Yue Baoqi knit her brows slightly at these words that would easily lead to misunderstandings before she head Yan Zhaoge continuing, “If you have heard the name Yang Zhaozhen before, are you aware that he was slain by someone a while back?”

Yue Baoqi’s gaze abruptly focused as she stared at the Myriad Dragon Palace, “…It was you?”

Yan Zhaoge answered nonchalantly, “That’s right.”

Yang Zhaozhen being the general of a region of the Grand Xuan Dynasty, Yue Baoqi indeed knew of his name. Also, she had just heard the news of his death not long ago.

Hearing Yan Zhaoge mention this now, she indistinctly remembered that she seemed to indeed have heard his name before. This had also precisely been in connection with Yang Zhaozhen’s death.

While Yue Baoqi did not believe Yan Zhaoge just like this, her footsteps finally slowed.

The Myriad Dragon Palace already no longer shook.

The great gate opened, Yan Zhaoge’s figure appearing with his hands behind his back as he stood leisurely by the entrance.

Yue Baoqi looked past Yan Zhaoge, appraising the interior of the Myriad Dragon Palace.

In the depths of the volatile, profound space, numerous dragons coiled, imprisoning someone.

That person was precisely