"So, does that an you know everything I’ve done?" Lin Zifeng shook his head with a helpless, bitter smile. Although he wasn’t too familiar with Beiming Yu, this woman indeed gave him a mysterious feeling.
"It’s not that I know everything, but so of the things you’ve done are known by others; it’s just that so people choose not to speak." Beiming Yu smiled.
"Boom!!!"
Lin Zifeng’s body shivered, and the originally dull eyes suddenly beca extrely fierce.
Could it be that the person who saved him that day by the Kunling Mountain iron chain wasn’t Liu Jiuhuang, nor his own father, Holy War, but Beiming Yu?
At Kunling Mountain, after seizing the Heavenly Painting Halberd, he had a few confrontations with the person in a green tunic (Supre Emperor) in front of the iron chain and ended up on the losing side. Then a Divine Rainbow descended from the sky and battled with the person in the green tunic. Initially, Lin Zifeng thought that person might have been Liu Jiuhuang, but it had always been a lingering doubt in his heart.
Now, hearing Beiming Yu say it like this, could the person who saved him be Beiming Yu herself?
"Was it you who saved that day at the iron chain bridge?" Lin Zifeng directly asked.
Beiming Yu smiled without answering, turned around, shook her head, poured two cups of tea, and laughed, "Co, today let’s just drink tea without discussing anything else."
"Speak clearly first, otherwise, no matter how good this tea is, it will taste bitter when drinking." Lin Zifeng firmly believed that the person who saved him that day must be closely related to Beiming Yu.
"Young Lin, so words should just lightly touch the surface, not go overboard with unnecessary details."
"While lightly touching the surface is good, without detailed explanation it remains shrouded in mystery." Lin Zifeng squinted his eyes, trying hard to sense the surrounding aura. There seed to be a powerful energy lingering around, the Heavenly Painting Halberd the size of a toothpick resting in his palm, ready to launch into battle at the first sign of movent.
From the mont he t Beiming Yu, she never gave him the feeling of being trustworthy.
"You don’t need to be so nervous; if I really wanted to do sothing to you, do you think I would have waited until now?" Beiming Yu knew that Lin Zifeng was very tense at the mont, and quickly reassured him.
Lin Zifeng thought about it, indeed, if Beiming Yu really intended to do sothing to him, she wouldn’t have waited until now.
So, he walked forward, sat across from Beiming Yu, keeping a half-ter distance, and drank tea.
Beiming Yu was very skilled in the art of tea tasting, but no matter how good her skills, the tea tasted no different from ordinary water to Lin Zifeng, just sothing drinkable. As long as it’s not dicine, he could swallow it.
"You’ve seen the Taihuang Demon of the Taishang Sect, haven’t you?" Beiming Yu glanced up at him.
"Yes, she’s very powerful." Lin Zifeng nodded.
"The Taihuang Demon is the Taishang Sect’s First Saintess, unparalleled potential, and a person with the hope of succeeding the sect hierarch position in the future."
"It seems like you know quite a lot, sister Beiming," Lin Zifeng offered her the tea.
"What’s there to know? I’m not the only one aware of these things. The Taishang Sect has existed for a thousand years, the largest sect in Jiangzhou, and its fa is widespread. Moreover, the current sect hierarch, Supre Emperor, was a person who defected from another family decades ago."
"Supre Emperor defected from another family?" Lin Zifeng was stunned; this was definitely big news.
"You should know about the most mysterious Lin Family in Yanjing," Beiming Yu looked at him. "Supre Emperor is the figure who defected from the Lin Family. Back then, that Lin Family had control over all of Yanjing, but later the family defected, and its first genius erged, leading to the gradual disappearance of the Lin Family from people’s sight."
"What’s the connection between Supre Emperor’s defection and the Lin Family’s disappearance?" This was big news.
To think that the Supre Emperor of the Taishang Sect was a person who defected from the Lin Family. If just Supre Emperor is so powerful, the Lin Family must be even stronger.
"Supre Emperor had exceptionally high talent back in the day and allegedly turned against his family for a woman. After ten years, he achieved heartlessness, forgetfulness, and joined the Taishang Sect, ultimately becoming today’s sect hierarch." Beiming Yu seed to know everything.
Even the happenings at such a high level of personalities were within her grasp.
"Didn’t the Lin Family ever look for him?" ntioning Supre Emperor and the Lin Family, Lin Zifeng was very curious; this hidden family was sothing he’d heard a lot about but seldom paid attention to, considering it far too mysterious and unrelated to him.
As for the Taishang Sect, Lin Zifeng has paid attention, but only to two people in the sect; the hierarch and the saintess, both extraordinary talents.
If not for Beiming Yu ntioning these matters, Lin Zifeng probably wouldn’t have known anything about Supre Emperor in his lifeti.
"Do you think with Supre Emperor’s current strength, anyone in the Lin Family can control him?" Beiming Yu smiled, raised her teacup, and drank it all at once.
"So, Supre Emperor is already beyond the Lin Family’s control?" Lin Zifeng was shocked, for soone to defect from the Lin Family, and the family be unable to do anything, it showed how incredibly powerful Supre Emperor had beco.
"Supre Emperor was equal to the Holy War Angel years ago; how strong do you think a heavenly-defying level character like him could have grown over the years?"
"..."
Lin Zifeng’s fingers shook nervously holding the teacup, the ntion of Holy War made his expression sowhat stiff.
"Are you aware of the rumors about the Eighteen Kings of the East?"
At this mont, Beiming Yu stood up, holding a teacup while strolling a few steps across the garden.
"Eighteen Kings of the East?" Lin Zifeng frowned, not very familiar. He felt like a curious child now, trying to learn more unknown information from Beiming Yu.
ntioning the Eighteen Kings of the East, Beiming Yu walked a couple of steps, looked up at the sky, a self-deprecating smile appeared on her lips.
She laughed, "The Eighteen Kings of the East is just a whimsical title created by so bored individuals; who can truly beco the king of the East?"
"Sister Beiming, please speak straightforwardly; these riddles are really confusing." Lin Zifeng wanted to know more about the Eighteen Kings of the East, yet Beiming Yu’s words left him puzzled.
"Perhaps remaining a little confused is better for you; the so-called Eighteen Kings of the East are simply the eighteen strongest people in the East currently." Beiming Yu swiftly turned, her eyes flashing with brilliance.
"And Supre Emperor is one of them."
"Do each of these eighteen people have strength comparable to Supre Emperor?" Lin Zifeng’s heart skipped a beat, he thought there were only a few strong people in the world, but now the Eighteen Kings of the East pops up!
Damn! Eighteen individuals, each with strength akin to that of Supre Emperor’s level, and Supre Emperor’s strength parallels his own father’s—how incredibly heaven-defying.
"So, is the Holy War Angel also one of the eighteen kings?"
"Yes, the eighteen are reputed as the strongest in the East, though externally they’re terd ’Eighteen Kings of the East,’ the true ’King of the Orient’ is just one!"
"Who is the true King of the Orient?" Lin Zifeng’s eyes were wide; he felt his chest tight. All of a sudden, he had a premonition—could it be that his father is the true King among the Eighteen Kings?
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