Han Sen was shocked, to say the least. He had not expected the two to have known each other. He was hoping Xie Qing King would be freed to eliminate Holy-Sword Emperor, but that wasn't looking likely now.
"You remember me?" Xie Qing King asked, with a smirk.
While he was petrified, he had hidden his powers. Now, he did not have to.
Holy-Sword Emperor forced a smile, saying, "I had only just been born during the times you fought in the spirit base. You were a person I greatly admired; I cannot say I expected to see you here."
Holy-Sword Emperor was lying; he did not mean a word of what he said. One-hundred-thousand years ago, Holy-Sword Emperor was nothing.
But back then, Xie Qing King was not an emperor, just as he wasn't now. With Han Sen referring to him as one, though, he was taken aback and unsure of what to say.
