Above the trade route ahead, a tall young man hovered in mid-air, carrying a long saber on his back, gazing expressionlessly in this direction, his eyes cold.
"Is it him?"
Blade Emperor slightly frowned.
This young man had appeared on Martial General Mountain as Chen Tang, heavily injured at the time, how did he end up here?
Blade Emperor reined in his warhorse, scrutinized Chen Tang, and felt relieved.
Chen Tang's Qi and blood were weak, clearly his injuries hadn't healed.
After all, he had been struck by Dao Sect's palm and managed to survive, which already counted as his good fortune.
"What do you intend?"
Blade Emperor asked indifferently.
Chen Tang said, "Take your men, and go back to where you came from."
"Heh."
Blade Emperor chuckled.
If these words were spoken by Emperor Wu, perhaps they might cause him some concern.
As for this junior in front of him...
He was still heavily injured.
