Hearing Zhang San's voice outside, the Red Emperor was overjoyed on the dragon throne.
If it were anyone else, it might not be possible to change his certain death destiny today.
But if it were Zhang San, the Red Emperor Yang Quan felt there was still a glimmer of hope.
No, there was a great hope of survival.
"Minister Zhang, save me! Minister Zhang, save me!"
The Red Emperor knew that even the Offering Hall could not be relied upon with the people present, so the only one who could help him was Zhang San.
Although Zhang San couldn't hear the Red Emperor Yang Quan's cries from outside at the moment, after shouting for a while without hearing any sound or response, or even seeing soldiers from the Traveling Palace come out to take a look, Zhang San already realized something was amiss.
Although Zhang San did not know exactly what was wrong, it did not matter.
If I shout and you don't open the door, then I'll just come in to find you!
