Chapter 248
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The Throne Room was where the Emperor resided. Outside the magnificent door, there were two teams of golden-armored warriors standing guard.
Under the lead of the palace guards, Long Bufan entered the palace unimpeded. He sized up the environment of the inner palace and saw that there were tall stone pillars erected all around. The surface of the pillars was inlaid with a layer of golden wall, densely carved with decorative patterns. The lit candlesticks emitted a bright light, which set off the golden wall of the entire palace, making it incomparably luxurious.
In the depths of the inner palace, there was a one-meter-tall platform. On the platform, the Emperor was sitting on a spacious dragon throne.
It had only been two days, but the Monarch's expression had become even more haggard. There was no longer a trace of light in his eyes, and there was no trace of joy after the coup. His eyes were muddy and old, and his listless appearance seemed to make it difficult for him to even open his eyelids. Moreover, his face was very sallow, and it was a color filled with the smell of withered old age.
It was understandable that after experiencing the betrayal of his son and the pain of losing a blood relative, no one would be able to accept it all at once. Even if he was the ruler of an empire, it was the same.
On the left side of the Emperor stood the Fourth Prince, Yang Baiyu. He was still dressed in simple white clothes, and his sharp eyes were blooming with youthful vigor.
"Greetings, Your Majesty." Long Bufan clasped his fists and bowed to the Emperor, just like in the movies of his previous life. In his mind, there was never the concept of kneeling. Moreover, to him, there was only a cooperative relationship between him and the Emperor, not a superior and subordinate relationship.
The Emperor did not seem to mind Long Bufan's casual etiquette. He looked at Long Bufan calmly and said in a hoarse voice, "You … did well."
"This is what I should do. I, Long Bufan, always keep my promises." Long Bufan smiled and touched his nose, hinting at the right time.
"Don't worry, I always keep my promises." The corners of the Emperor's mouth curled into a smile. He waved his hand slightly and gestured to Yang Baiyu beside him, "Give it to him."
"Yes, Imperial Father."
Yang Baiyu reached for his interspatial ring. With a faint light, he took out a one-foot-long red box. He walked down the platform and handed it to Long Bufan, saying, "Inside this box is the Fire Phoenix's blood essence."
Long Bufan thanked him and immediately put away the red box. The forging of this box was not simple. It was made of Black Essence Iron and could suppress anything that was too strong.
Long Bufan took a deep breath and opened the box. What entered his eyes was a piece of red crystal sealed with red filaments. When he touched the red crystal with his hand, he felt as if he was touching fire. It was very hot to the touch.
"This … is the Fire Phoenix's Blood Essence?" Long Bufan was pleasantly surprised as he looked up at Yang Baiyu and asked with uncertainty.
Yang Baiyu nodded with a smile and said solemnly, "The red blood threads sealed in this red crystal are the Fire Phoenix's Blood Essence. Because this blood has spirituality, it was sealed with a ten-thousand-year-old red crystal to prevent its spirituality from escaping. "
Long Bufan suddenly understood. He looked at the trace of essence in the red crystal. Although it was very little, it must be known that the Fire Phoenix was an ancient fierce god. It could only be encountered by chance and not sought. Even if it was placed in a super sect with abundant resources, it was still something that made people jealous. It was enough to set off a bloody storm.
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