Meanwhile, Chang'sheng had already arrived at the Imperial Palace of the Boundless Dynasty.
He now sat on the imperial throne, looking around the hall.
The Emperor of the Boundless Dynasty, Mu Zhengting, watched Chang'sheng with a curious gaze.
Master of Mu Fusheng.
What kind of person is he?
A ruthless, cold-faced killer?
An eccentric old sage, like those reclusive masters?
But that doesn't really fit, either.
After surveying the palace, Chang'sheng mused to himself.
Hmm, The Cottage is way more comfortable.
Mu Zhengting broke the silence at this moment, saying, "I don't know what brings Senior here?"
Mu Zhengting didn't seem upset that Chang'sheng was sitting on his throne.
After all, the throne is a very sensitive seat.
Chang'sheng's strength—
Mu Zhengting had heard the rumors.
Even if he was angry, what good would it do?
With the power this one has, killing him would be as easy as flicking a finger, wouldn't it?
