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"The Emperor is critically ill, this time it may be a bad omen," said Li Changsheng with urgency.
"What?" Xu Xuan could not hear clearly.
Li Changsheng repeated himself.
Our era has passed....
Xu Xuan stood bewildered for a moment, then sighed inwardly.
Having been the Emperor for forty years, the cultivation of Blood Qi had long been neglected; it was the merit of cultivating worms and Blood Qi that Xu Yong had lived to his current age.
Whoosh!
The wild wind surged, white clouds gathered, and Xu Xuan's pupils turned a startling purple as he then strode upon the clouds and vanished into the horizon, leaving behind stunned onlookers.
Li Changsheng had intended to say something, but in the end, he gave up.
A special train had been ready, yet the Heavenly Master no longer needed it.
Li Changsheng had no choice but to take the car with everyone else.
