The reason why he said it was a "youth",
Was determined from his voice and figure.
He was dressed neatly as a martial artist.
His figure was tall, but it was like a newly plucked bamboo, not losing the inexperienced feeling of a youth. His black clothes were like ink, and his hair was also like ink, tied up. A knife hung from his waist,
Slender. He slowly raised his head,
His face was also covered by a snow-white mask,
On the mask was a curved smiling face.
One after another, balls of black energy took shape amidst the hissing sound.
They were all sucked into the Universe Creator Sleeve by the white-clothed man.
It was as if a river was being poured into a small jade bottle. And that youth remained motionless in the violent black wind. The white-clothed man said, "Who are you calling?"
The black-clothed youth was still kneeling on one knee,
As if he was submitting,
And as if he was making an oath, he replied, "I'm calling you,
Your Highness the Crown Prince. "
The white-clothed man coldly said, "I'm not Your Highness the Crown Prince."
That black-clothed youth said, "You are. I won't forget your voice and figure. "
The white-clothed man's voice was tainted with a few traces of anger.
"I said, I'm not."
This white-clothed man was naturally Xie Lian, who was wearing mourning clothes and a sorrowful and joyous mask.
His face was hidden behind the mask,
No one could recognize who he was.
He also didn't want to be recognized. However, this black-clothed martial artist wandering on the battlefield had directly called out his identity.
Suddenly, the white silk wrapped around Xie Lian's sleeves leaped out like a poisonous snake.
It pounced towards that black-clothed youth. Although it looked like a soft white silk, its attack was very fierce and overflowing with evil energy. Seeing that the black-clothed youth was about to be caught by it, he raised his hand and firmly grabbed onto that white silk.
One end of that white silk wrapped around Xie Lian's wrist, and the other end wrapped around the black-clothed youth's wrist, slowly tightening. It wasn't that it didn't want to break free, but that black-clothed youth continued to firmly hold onto it, as if he was firmly pinching the weak point of a poisonous snake. His hand constantly emitted threads of cold air.
Without a doubt, this was a departed spirit.
Moreover, it was an extremely powerful departed spirit!
After sensing the power transmitted from the other end of the white silk that couldn't be underestimated, Xie Lian asked, "What's your name?"
After a moment of silence, the youth in black said, "I don't have a name."
Xie Lian didn't ask any further and said, "No name means no name."
The black-clothed youth said, "You can address me in any way you wish."
Xie Lian asked again, "Are you the soul of a soldier who died on this battlefield?"
Nameless said, "Yes."
Only then did Xie Lian withdraw his hand. The white silk immediately leapt back onto his body. It swaggered its head and tail at the black-clothed youth from afar, as if it was spitting out a poisonous tongue.
Since they were souls that had died in battle, it was no wonder that they could respond to him. This black-clothed martial artist was definitely filled with resentment towards the "Yong An people". In other words, he could use them. Because their goals were the same.
Thus, Xie Lian said, "In that case, follow me."
He stretched out his hand towards the black-clothed martial artist. "I will let you get what you want."
The black-clothed youth's face was also hidden behind the mask, so it was impossible to see his current expression. It was the same for both sides.
However, after a moment of silence, he still unhesitatingly grasped the hand Xie Lian extended to him. Deeply bowing his head, he pressed his ice-cold forehead against the back of Xie Lian's hand.
After a long time, he said in a low voice, "I pledge my life to follow Your Highness."
However, Xie Lian withdrew his hand and hid both of his hands in his sleeves. Turning around, he coldly said, "You are already dead. Let's go. "
That black-clothed martial artist stood up. Xie Lian turned around, only then did he discover that this youth was actually older than he had imagined. He was approximately sixteen or seventeen years old, which was considered extremely tall for his age. Unexpectedly, he was even a bit taller than Xie Lian. However, this didn't matter. He only glanced at him before turning around and continuing forward.
Xie Lian walked in front, and sure enough, the nameless black-clothed martial artist followed behind him. "Your Highness, where do you wish to go?"
Xie Lian's gaze fell into the distance. "Yong An Imperial Palace."
Yong An Imperial Palace was located in another large city in the west. This city was originally a rather flourishing town, but it had always been suppressed by the Xian Le Imperial City in the east. However, after the Xian Le Imperial City was reduced to an epidemic city, the new monarch chose this place as the new capital. Not long after, it would be able to suppress the old Imperial City, and its glory would be boundless.
Xie Lian arrived late at night. Under the moonlight, he was like a white cat as he noiselessly leapt across the densely packed roofs of the new Imperial City. That black-clothed martial artist was like a black spirit fox, constantly following behind him. Not long after, two figures landed in front of a large door.
Xie Lian felt that something was wrong. He could actually faintly feel a bad aura coming from this door, so he stopped in his tracks. Just as he was about to extend his hand to investigate, that black-clothed martial artist took a step forward and blocked his path. Extending a palm, he said in a low voice, "Break!"
A flame leaked out from the crack in the door, as if something had been burned. Soon after, that black-clothed martial artist reached out and pushed open the door, saying, "Your Highness."
Xie Lian stepped through the door and looked down. Sure enough, as expected, there were some charred remains scattered on the ground. Xie Lian took a bit and smelled the scent of fragrant grass and talisman paper. He glanced at that black-clothed martial artist.
Sure enough, this ghost was powerful.
These burnt remains showed that someone had set up a protective array inside the door. Moreover, the defensive power wasn't weak. If ordinary little ghosts wanted to force their way in or pass through the door, they would most likely be burned to death. However, this black-clothed martial artist had completely destroyed this array in an instant.
He didn't know if it was because it was newly built, but this Yong An Imperial Palace wasn't that gorgeous. On the contrary, it was a bit shabby, far inferior to Xian Le Imperial Palace. This wasn't strange at all. What was strange was that along the way, there were practically endless obstacles. All kinds of defensive items that could ward off evil and set up traps were unending. However, every time Xie Lian sensed something blocking the way ahead, that black-clothed martial artist would take the initiative to break the obstacle and clear the path for him. Therefore, his journey was still unimpeded.
An hour later, above the Yong An Imperial Palace's tall main hall, two slender figures stood on the roofs, overlooking the area below.
Both of them were wearing masks. That white-clothed person's large sleeves fluttered in the wind, holding a piece of white silk. On the other hand, that black-clothed person was capable and nimble. A long sword hung from his waist as he guarded the side of the white-clothed person. Both of them were staring in the same direction. Under the moonlight, this scene was strange, treacherous, and strange, yet harmonious.
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