When Zhao Shuo saw Yan Rufeng, his face was full of shock. He exclaimed, "Yan Rufeng, Emperor Yan!"
"This... How is this possible? Ten years ago, wasn't Emperor Yan killed in a great battle? Why is he here…" Zhao Shuo's face was filled with confusion.
However, in just an instant, Zhao Shuo denied that Yan Rufeng was Emperor Yan. He thought, "Emperor Yan is already dead. This man before me, he can't possibly be Emperor Yan, just looks very much like him."
Standing in the grand hall, Yan Rufeng smiled slightly when he saw that Zhao Shuo was silent for a long time.
"Zhao Shuo, it's only been a hundred years, and you don't recognize me?"
Upon hearing Yan Rufeng's voice, Zhao Shuo was suddenly startled, breaking out in a cold sweat.
"This is bad. This voice, I couldn't be more familiar with it. This is undeniably the voice of Emperor Yan, Yan Rufeng. Could it be he's not dead? But what about the rumors…"
