Soon, the two of them arrived at the imperial study. Eunuch Wen bowed respectfully at the entrance. “Your Majesty, Lord Eleven has arrived.”

“Let him in,” came a dignified voice from within.

Eunuch Wen moved to the side and gestured for Zu An to enter.

Zu An nodded back with a smile, but he was panicking inside. Could the emperor already be back? That means that big sis sect master is in danger!

Zu An immediately sighed in relief when he saw the giant mirror on the dragon throne inside. Thankfully, it was just an image of the divine will.

Why does it look so strange, though? It looks like a portrait of the deceased. Isn’t he afraid of this being inauspicious?

There was another person in the room. Cheng Xiong was standing respectfully to the side, but he was looking at Zu An with a sneer, as though he had foreseen the miserable end awaiting him.

Zu An didn’t pay him any attention....