This man is heavily protected. Even if someone attacks, I'm afraid they won't be able to take his life for sure. Moreover, even if Lei Xiao, Xie San and the others are here, they can't be allowed to take action suddenly without a perfect plan, otherwise, the damage will be huge.
Moreover, although she was taken in as a personal guard by the black-robed man, the people in the dark still seemed to be on guard against her. The occasional glances that fell on her were always filled with a hint of scrutiny and inquiry, which made her tense all the time and she dared not relax at all.
Perhaps dozing off that day gave them an illusion that she was not a threat. After all, she did not appear to be an absolute elite, but more like a flesh-and-blood person. She felt that it was precisely because of this that the man in black robe had transferred her to his side.
A man in black came in from outside, bowed respectfully and reported: "Master, Han Rong is here."
The black-robed man who was handling business at the desk narrowed his eyes and closed the things in his hands: "Bring it in."
At this moment, Feng Jiu, who was sitting on the pillar, heard the report from the person below, and her heart was moved. A dark light flashed across her eyes. If it weren't for her extraordinary character, she would have revealed a flaw at that moment.
Han Rong
Is it the same name? It should be, that person should not be here no matter what.
She suppressed the turmoil in her heart, held her breath and sat quietly on the column, then her eyes looked towards the entrance of the palace, until she saw a man in black and a middle-aged man walking in, her eyes moved slightly.
Not him! Not the Han Rong she knew.
Yes, if it was the Han Rong at that time, he would have lost all his cultivation when he was expelled from the Prince's Mansion by Xuanyuan Moze, and he was also seriously injured. It would be impossible for him to survive under the circumstances.
She was overthinking it, it was just the same name.
However, what she saw next overturned her previous certainty.
"Greetings, Palace Master."
Han Rong stepped forward and bowed, then straightened his back and looked at the masked man sitting in the main seat. Even his master didn't have a portrait of this man, so no one knew what he looked like. It seemed that only the people he trusted the most knew what the face under the mask looked like.
"Why are you here again? What's the matter this time?" The man in black robe narrowed his eyes and asked in a somewhat lazy voice.
"I hope the Lord of the Temple will not be offended by my presumptuous coming here. However, my Lord received a piece of news, so he sent me to the Temple."
As Han Rong spoke, he saw that the man's eyes seemed to be filled with a hint of impatience, so without waiting for him to ask, he said, "My Lord has received news that although the Phoenix Dynasty was destroyed and half of the Phoenix Guards were killed or injured, the other half were trained by Feng Jiu to become strong soldiers. Moreover, even Feng Jiu's grandfather and father are not dead."
Hearing this, Fengjiu, who was sitting on top, narrowed her eyes and stared at the people below with a sharp gaze.
Han Rong, who was standing below, seemed to have sensed something. He looked up and naturally noticed the people sitting on the upper seats. His eyes swept over them and he was secretly shocked.
There are so many powerful people guarding this palace master. If it weren't for the glance from above just now, I'm afraid he wouldn't have noticed their existence.