Huang Cheng came in quietly, clasping his fists and saluting with a smile.

"Manager Huang, what are you—?

"The Holy One wants to see the Fourth Prince."

"Well, let's go quickly." Chu Qingfeng looked at Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan clasped his fists and said goodbye.

Chu Qingfeng patted him on the shoulder: "Speak carefully, don't forget that the emperor is your grandfather, and we are connected by blood."

"Yes." Chu Zhiyuan nodded.

As he followed Huang Cheng out, he chewed on Chu Qingfeng's words.

Why did the thirteenth uncle remind himself of this sentence?

He followed Huang Cheng back, passed through multiple palaces, and finally came to a garden.

Strange flowers and trees surround a small, clear lake, like a bright mirror reflecting the bright sunshine.

In a small pavilion on the lake, there sat an old man who was thin and clear of cancer.

The golden morning light slanted into the small pavilion, illuminating his bright yellow robe.

He was sitting in the golden light, his whole body shining with gold, like a god.

Chu Zhiyuan raised his head and glanced at the Emperor's Sword in the void.

The Emperor's Sword is looming, as if it has escaped into the void and disappeared.

Chu Zhiyuan felt that the Emperor's Sword he saw this time was very different from what he had seen before.

The Emperor's Sword became more and more agile and ethereal, as if it was moving away.

He couldn't help but secretly wonder, is this going to fly away?

"Yuan'er, come and sit down." Chu Qingquan said slowly in the small pavilion. His voice came out from the small pavilion and quickly spread along the clear lake to the shore and reached Chu Zhiyuan's ears.

Chu Zhiyuan cupped his fists and bowed from a distance.

He walked along the corridor on the lake to the small pavilion, clasped his fists and saluted: "My grandson pays homage to my grandfather."

A gentle smile appeared on Chu Qingquanqing's face, and she stretched out her hands: "Sit down and talk."

Chu Zhiyuan sat opposite him.

Huang Cheng offered tea and then left.

After calling all the maids and eunuchs around, only the grandfather and grandson were left on the lake.

Chu Zhiyuan took a sip of tea.

He originally thought he would be nervous, but when he saw Chu Qingquan, he was not nervous at all.

On the contrary, it has a third degree of intimacy and closeness.

This comes from the connection in the blood.

Chu Qingquan changed from his usual seriousness, with a gentle expression and a smile.

He put down the tea cup and said with a smile: "When I first started, I thought you were the second King Jing."

Chu Zhiyuan felt comfortable.

Chu Qingquan said: "When King Jing was a child, he was just like you, with extraordinary talents that are rare in the world."

Chu Zhiyuan said sheepishly: "Then how did my grandfather know that I was not the one?"

Chu Qingquan smiled and said: "That time at the palace night banquet, I knew you were not."

Chu Zhiyuan suddenly realized.

Chu Qingquan said: "Then you know, how could I conclude that you are not the Son of God?"

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head: "Grandpa, does he have a secret skill?"

"Well, because I am the Son of God." Chu Qingquan said.

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Chu Qingquan laughed, shook his head and said, "You didn't expect that, did you?"

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head.

I really never expected this.

The emperor turned out to be the divine son of the Yongling Divine Religion!

I'm afraid no one has thought of this.

Chu Qingquan said: "I am the Son of God, so I know that you are not the Son of God."

Chu Zhiyuan's thoughts were racing and he looked at him in confusion.

Chu Qingquan shook his head and said: "I awakened the memory of my past life. I originally knew that King Jing was the Son of God, but I was not prepared to awaken him. As a result, the Yongling Divine Sect...

He shook his head: "People's hearts are fickle, and the current Yongling God's Cult is no longer the former Yongling God's Cult."

Chu Zhiyuan said: "The second uncle, he————?

Guangchu Qingquan snorted and said: "Since he has become a great master, of course he will ascend and return to the outer world."

Chu Zhiyuan said: "Grandpa, isn't Tianwai Tian much better than ours?"

Regardless of whether Chu Qingquan is the son of God or not, he is still his grandfather.

Chu Qingquan smiled: "You wish you could fly to the outer world immediately, right?"

Chu Zhiyuan said sheepishly: "I'm not in a hurry right now, I'm just curious about what's going on in the sky."

"Xuanyin Palace has a chance to ascend to heaven once in ten thousand years. Xiao Ruoling has already gone, right?"

".-yes."
Chapter completed!