"Protect His Highness!" The moment Daoist Fan Wu emerged from the sea of flames, one after another, the palace guards drew their long swords, their gazes alert and tensely fixed on Fan Wu.
A tall and burly stranger, holding a pathetic, live person in his hand as easily as one might hold a chick... and he had walked unscathed from a sea of fire.
Such a person, appearing in the Imperial Palace.
Especially, under the current circumstances...
It was incredibly eye-catching.
"Your Highness! Be careful, this person is..." Before the guard could finish speaking, he was abruptly interrupted by the Crown Prince of Great Zhou.
"Sheathe your swords!" scolded the Crown Prince of Great Zhou, "This man is an honored guest appointed by my royal father! This is Daoist Fan Wu of the Qiulong Temple! If he were a thief, I'm afraid I would have been killed long ago."
Indeed...
