"Who goes there?"
Staring at the stranger who suddenly appeared before him, the Western Priest Sekov shouted angrily.
He squinted, seeing that standing before him was a man dressed in yellow robes, with a long face and wide forehead, his appearance sincere, and a regal aura that made him quite extraordinary at a glance.
Zhu Honggao lowered his hand, looking at the back of this man with a sense of bafflement about where this stranger emerged from.
He had never seen this person before.
"No one has asked for my name in many years." The man in the yellow robe sighed and suddenly turned around, looking at the bewildered Zhu Honggao on the ground with a dragon-like gaze.
"You youngling, you probably don't even remember the name of your ancestor, do you? I am Zhu Yunwen, do you recall?"
"Zhu Yunwen..."
Zhu Honggao started reminiscing, suddenly exclaiming in shock: "Zhu Yunwen! You are Emperor Jianwen! My ancestor was Emperor Jianwen?"
