Fantasy: Start a Secret Pavilion

The next day, in the imperial palace of Tianwen Kingdom

On both sides of the main hall were the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty, and at the highest and middle position was naturally the emperor of Tianwen Kingdom.

The special envoy hurriedly walked in from the door of the hall, and immediately knelt down on one knee.

Not long after she knelt down, a man in silver armor rushed in from the door of the hall.

When the man saw the special envoy kneeling in the center of the hall, he couldn't help showing a helpless expression.

"Because Yang Yu had something urgent to report, he entered the palace without notification. I hope your Majesty will forgive me."

After saying that, he lowered his head and looked at the ground.

The civil and military ministers on both sides raised their heads to look at the emperor on the dragon throne, as if they were waiting for something.

Sitting on the dragon chair is an old man with a dragon-like body and slow movements. He is at least five or six thousand years old.

Next to the emperor's dragon chair, there is a small dragon chair.

Sitting on it was a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, sitting on the dragon chair, watching everything quietly.

The old emperor raised his hand and waved gently. The man in silver armor nodded and retreated from the hall.

"Say it."

The old emperor spoke. Although his body was very old, his voice was louder than a copper bell. It did not sound like the voice of an old man at all. There was a hint of majesty in his words that was irresistible.

Li Yu did not hesitate and immediately told everything he had experienced in Wumingguo and Tianji Pavilion yesterday.

"The master of Tianji Pavilion seemed unwilling to hand over the magic weapon to us, so I came back."

But after listening to Qian Li Yu's words, the old emperor fell silent.

A few fingers kept tapping on the handle of the dragon chair, seeming to be thinking about something.

And the ministers below couldn't help but whisper.

"How can a country that has been sealed for three thousand years have a true holy realm? I think the special envoy is crazy!"

"I think so. In the place sealed by the Jue Ling Array, the concentration of spiritual energy cannot even be cultivated by a monk in the extraordinary realm. How can there be a strong man in the true holy realm."

"Even if you are lucky enough to be in the True Saint Realm, there won't be hundreds of them. That would be too outrageous. It's impossible!"

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"Ding~"

A pleasant bell rang, and the ministers below quickly closed their mouths.

The old emperor spoke slowly.

"It is impossible for a true saint to be born in a sealed place, but they can find magic weapons, which shows that there are some methods."

Having said this, the old emperor paused, then slowly turned his head and looked at the prince sitting next to him.

"Qi'er, what do you think?"

The prince who was called Qi'er was stunned for a moment, but he quickly came to his senses and turned to look at the old emperor.

He thought for a moment and then spoke.

"If what Li Yu said is true, then the strength of Tianji Pavilion cannot be underestimated. If we act rashly, we may suffer losses. How about..."

After saying this, he paused and looked at the old emperor.

"Speak, you are the prince, no one can stop you from speaking."

When the prince saw this, he had nothing to be afraid of and said directly.

"It's better to spread the news about the magic weapon and then send people to observe around Tianji Pavilion."

"Other countries will definitely send people to snatch the magic weapon later. We just need to watch from the sidelines."

"If Tianji Pavilion is strong, we will use soft tactics to make him give up the magic weapon. If he is defeated by other countries, we will directly send people to guard the surroundings to go out and seize the magic weapon, killing two birds with one stone."

After saying that, he looked at the old emperor.