At the sound of the voice!
Ying Zheng's expression did not change, but killing intent flashed in his eyes.
Xu Fu.
Back then, all the Alchemy Masters in the palace had already been put to death.
Only Xu Fu had slipped through the net.
As for Xu Fu, Ying Zheng in the past had trusted him without the slightest doubt; if not for the appearance of his own son, which made him stop taking those so‑called Spirit Pills, perhaps by now Ying Zheng would already be gravely ill, with not long left to live.
Especially after stepping onto the path of Cultivation, when he first entered the Innate Realm and, after the Eight Extraordinary Meridians were opened, the toxins were forced out of his body—only then did Ying Zheng realize how long he had been poisoned by those Spirit Pills.
"Summon him."
Ying Zheng said in a low voice.
At the sound of the voice.
Outside the hall, Xu Fu straightened his robes and crown, then raised his head and puffed out his chest, striding in toward the hall.
