Chapter 1872
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This person was heavily protected. Even if they attacked, they would not be able to take his life. Moreover, even if Lei Xiao, Meng San, and the others were here, they could not suddenly attack without a perfect plan. Otherwise, they would suffer great losses.
Furthermore, although she had been taken into the black robed man's side as a personal shadow guard, the person in the dark seemed to still be on guard against her. Occasionally, the gaze that fell on her body would carry a trace of sizing up and probing, causing her to keep her body taut and not dare to relax.
Perhaps when she dozed off that day, she gave them the illusion that she was not a threat. After all, she did not appear to be an absolute elite. Instead, she was more like a person of flesh and blood. She felt that it was because of this that the black-robed man had transferred her to his side.
A black-robed man walked in from outside. He bowed respectfully and reported, "Master, Han Rong is here."
The black-robed man, who was handling affairs at the desk, narrowed his eyes and closed the things in his hands. "Bring him in."
At this moment, when Feng Jiu, who was sitting on the pillar, heard the report from the person below, her heart couldn't help but move, and a dark light flashed through her eyes. If it weren't for her extraordinary temperament, she would have definitely revealed a flaw at that moment.
Han Rong?
Was it the same name? It should be. No matter what, that person should not have appeared here.
She suppressed the surging emotions in her heart, restrained her aura, and sat quietly on the pillar. Then, she looked towards the entrance of the palace. When she saw a black-clothed man walking in with a middle-aged man, her eyes moved slightly.
It was not him! It was not the Han Rong she knew.
Well, if it was the Han Rong from back then, when he was expelled from the Crown Prince's Residence by Xuanyuan Moze, his cultivation would have been destroyed and he would have been seriously injured. It was impossible for him to have survived.
She was thinking too much. It was just the same name.
However, what she saw next overturned her previous affirmation.
"Greetings, Palace Master."
Han Rong stepped forward and bowed. Then, he straightened his back and looked at the masked man sitting on the main seat. Even his master did not have a portrait of this person. No one knew what he looked like. It seemed that only the person he trusted the most knew what kind of face he had under the mask.
"Why are you here again? What's the matter this time? "The black-robed man narrowed his eyes and asked lazily.
"I hope the Temple Master will not be offended by my sudden visit. However, my master received a piece of news and sent me to the Sacred Temple."
As Han Rong spoke, he saw a trace of impatience in that person's eyes. Without waiting for him to ask, he continued: "My master received news that although the Phoenix Dynasty was destroyed and half of the Phoenix Guards were killed, half of them were trained by Fengjiu to become strong soldiers. Furthermore, even Fengjiu's grandfather and father did not die."
Hearing this, Feng IX, who was sitting on the top, narrowed her eyes and stared at the people below.
Han Rong, who was standing below, seemed to have sensed it. She looked up and naturally noticed the people sitting on the upper seats. His gaze swept past those few people, and he was secretly shocked.
There were actually so many experts guarding the Palace Master. If it wasn't for the glance from above, he probably wouldn't have noticed the existence of these people.
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