"The Nether Sea Venerable intends to strike against the Saint Prince during the birthday banquet..."
Ao Ying furrowed her brows and asked, "Isn't he afraid of the Holy Emperor coming out of seclusion? Or could it be that the Holy Emperor has already faced Silent Annihilation?"
A chill ran down her spine.
The Holy Emperor had been in retreat for decades.
During these decades, there was not a sound.
Just two or three years ago, the Saint Prince retrieved the [Spirit Sun Rod] from the Great Saint Mountain!
"The Zen Master, Xiao Yaozi, Zhao Chunyang... all have faced Silent Annihilation."
Cui Zhen drank a cup of wine and said self-deprecatingly, "Although the Great Palace Master frequently shows himself, his time is also nearing. The Holy Emperor's years of cultivation are not lesser than the Great Palace Master's."
The meaning of this sentence was simple.
The Holy Emperor... might indeed have encountered some mishap.
Otherwise, the Nether Sea wouldn't be so blatant.
