After she left, the blonde woman entered the palace.
Some time later, she stood before a lone colossal silhouette sitting on a grand throne at the end of the room.
"I have returned, Father." The woman bowed to him.
"How did that man who claims to be Tian Yang look to you?" The silhouette asked.
"Well, I've never met him before, so I can't really say whether he's real or not. However, he answered the questions quite calmly," she said.
The silhouette extended his massive arm—thick enough to carry mountains—toward her and silently beckoned.
The woman nodded and offered the piece of paper on which she had written Tian Yang's answers to him.
The entire room fell dead silent as the silhouette read the answers.
A moment later, the entire palace trembled as the silhouette burst out laughing.
"F-Father?!" The woman exclaimed, looking baffled.
"Bring him to me!" he spoke in a demanding and urgent voice, refusing to elaborate further.
"Yes!" The woman said before hastily leaving.
