The old man knocked on the table a few times with one hand: "It is rumored that Lord Emperor Zun loves Ye Qingluo to the bone. Ye Qingluo left the Holy Lady's Courtyard alone. Can you see Lord Emperor?"
The man shook his head: "No."
The old man's brows furrowed even tighter.
With the other hand, half propping up the chair, he stroked his white beard: "The saint and the former saint, plus God's Excellency...these three disappeared at the same time..."
The old man muttered something.
Suddenly, his dark eyes lit up, and an extremely evil and cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "You, now dismantling the first-class male attendant next to Elder Ben, going to the Holy Lady's Court, and saying that Elder Ben has something important to ask to see the saint." Lady!"
The man bowed his head respectfully: "Yes."
The man quickly left the room.
When the man returned to the old man again, it was already two quarters of an hour later.
"How is it?" the old man asked eagerly.
The man said concisely: "The first-class male waiter asked to see the saint, but was stopped by the guard of the saint's courtyard. After the guard of the saint went to report, he said that the saint needs to retreat to absorb the Gu art power from the Gu king because of the inheritance of the Gu king. I haven't seen anyone yet."
"Where's the former saint?" The old man was not angry because of Miao Yiyi's refusal to see him, but a smile appeared on his face.
"The saintess guard said that the former saintess had just met the saintess, and the saintess was going to retreat, so the former saintess had to take advantage of the last time before her ascension to accompany the saintess and escort the saintess, so she also refused I have accepted the Elder's request to see you."
The old man nodded thoughtfully: "You continue to guard in the Holy Maiden's Courtyard. If you see a saint, a former saint, or Lord Regal... report to this elder in time."
"yes."
As soon as the man finished speaking, he turned into an afterimage and disappeared into the room.
In the whole room, only the old man was left.
The old man's dark eyes were still slightly narrowed.
There was a sinister smile on his face.
As if calculating something.
Sitting for a while.
The old man's eyes were bright, and he slammed the table hard, as if he had confirmed something.
Immediately, he carefully took out a square brocade box from under the table.
Look at the nervous and pious look of the old man.
He could also guess that the brocade box was extremely important to him.
The old man carefully placed the brocade box on the table, and touched the brocade box bit by bit with his wrinkled and dry hands.
He stared at the brocade box with a faint look of madness on his face.
Even the body sitting on the chair was tense and trembling because of the excitement.
Not fear, not fear.
But the excitement of excitement.
At the corner of his mouth, there was a crazy smile that couldn't be restrained.
The old man stared at the brocade box devoutly for a long while, then stretched out his hand, and slowly opened the brocade box.
A breath like black mist gushed out from the brocade box.
Faintly, the black air drifted away and turned into a palm-sized thing like a bronze mirror.
"What's up."
It was hoarse and piercing, like the electric sound made by using various modern sound effects, and it seemed extremely strange in this silent room.
Hearing that voice, the old man was both delighted and admired: "Yes, I have made a new discovery, and I want to tell you..."
"Say." A cold word popped out from the end of the "Bronze Mirror".
The old man couldn't wait to repeat the words mentioned to the man just now, concisely.
Then he clenched his fists decisively: "I think there must be something strange in this!"