"I understand. I will carve the sword technique on the stone wall of your back mountain. Let's observe it according to this!" The emperor said in a deep voice.

"Yes, thank you Saint Madam, thank you Saint Madam!" said happily.

The emperor left the knife-shaped stone carvings and stepped out of the manor.

On the top of a mountain, the emperor looked at the horizon and frowned.

"Jing Zhao? Although I don't want to see you, I'll endure it for the sake of my father's grudge!" The emperor flew towards the east.

The Holy Land of Dazhao, the City of Dazhou! In a restaurant.

Yan Chuan and Jin Dayu sat down, and a man stood in front of him.

"You said, Saint Mo Yuxi killed people? And they were all the sons of the strong? Even the children of Daojun Maori were killed?" Yan Chuan said with a calm expression.

"Of course, what else do you want to know? As long as you can afford the spirit stone, I can tell you!" the man smiled.

ps: First update! (To be continued)
Chapter completed!