Though the golden-browed warrior stood up, he nodded his head, not daring to raise it, and stood with his hands clasped together. Huo Hexuan asked, "Did the prince see it?"
The golden-browed general said, "Yes."
Huo He Xuan: "Very good." I'm sure you've heard a lot about the bad news of the Beast's Abyss. Answer me truthfully, is there a rumor that His Highness the Crown Prince is dead?"
The golden-browed general did not look up either and said, "Yes."
Huo Hexuan was extremely serious, a little thoughtful, and then said, "Now, as you can see, we are seriously wounded, thanks to these two young men who came to our rescue, traveling thousands of miles and escorting all the way to the Golden Spirit Palace. The prince is now asleep, for fear of being disturbed. Send someone to the palace first, and then arrange for us to enter the palace immediately. The injury is serious and the treatment period is delayed. Even if you had ten thousand heads, it wouldn't be enough to chop it off, you know?"
The Golden-browed warrior did not raise his head; he clasped his hands and raised them high. In response, "Yes!" He turned to a golden-armored warrior beside him and said, "Enter the hall at once and report the truth to the martial emperor without error. If there is any mistake, ask the head of your head!"
"Yes!" The warrior has gone.
The golden-eyebrow warrior spoke with a hint of difficulty and said, "Report to King Hexuan Wu, the situation is turbulent at present and the security is strict. These two young men are of unknown origin. I hope King Hexuan Wu will teach them."
Fire Hexuan thought to himself: This man looks strange and says it's very guarded. Could there be a change in the palace? Judging from what he meant, it seemed that he did not intend to let the two young men into the palace. Without the protection of this young man, he was afraid that something bad would happen on the way. Thinking of the stormy assassination on the way, Huo Hexuan broke out in a cold sweat. With a sharp voice:
"What is of unknown origin? How could a friend of the Crown prince be fake? Can you bear the delay of time?"
The golden-browed general immediately knelt down on one knee and said loudly, "I dare not! "Welcome Your Highness back to the palace!"
All the people said in unison, "Welcome Your Highness back to the palace!"
The golden building, the Purple Aura Hall.
Two dragons playing with a pearl, golden eagle on the roof. The golden tiles, like scales, cover the eaves layer upon layer. On the top ridge, five golden carvings of beasts look up to the sky. Under the eaves, a golden bell is falling skillfully. The wind stirs the sound of the bell, lingling and meandering.
Beneath such a grand hall adorned with golden carvings hangs a plaque of the Golden Clan. The four characters of the Jin Clan on the plaque read: Jin Ming Pu Zhao. Shining brightly, brilliant and dazzling. Four large pillars are adorned with golden reliefs of coiled dragons and sea of clouds. In the golden threshold, the ground is covered with flowing gold, the roof with crimson gold, and the walls with golden gold.
In the main hall, on the golden dragon and jade chair sat an old man. The old man was tall and strong, with a very imposing appearance. He was dressed in a yellow dragon robe, with dragon-scale boots on his feet, a golden dragon coiled on a yellow satin ribbon, and a lifelike golden dragon head carved on a golden crown on his head. Under the golden crown, the hair was golden. On his face, golden light sparkled. Two dragon eyebrows, like two little golden dragons. A long beard on the chin, also golden in color. At first glance, this man is either a god or a fairy. How could there be any trace of human appearance?
In the center of the hall, a broad, lively golden curtain flashed in the air. In the golden curtain, what was unfolding was the stormy battle that Elara had fought not long ago to break through the Golden race 'Whirlwind Lock Golden Sword'. The old man on the golden dragon chair, with a pair of eyes that shone brightly, stared blankly at Elara's figure in the curtain.
In addition, there are several silver chairs beneath the hall, which are much smaller than the golden ones in the main hall. The carvings are also ingenious, with a picture of "Qilin Presenting Good Fortune" on the back of the chair, lifelike and exquisitely crafted. In each of the silver chairs sat an old man with grizzled hair. Two of the elders with their heads lowered were dressed in silver pythons and golden silk robes, and wore purple-gold jade crowns. The old men with their hands hanging down, dressed in yellow silk, with flowing golden silk ribbons, had no golden crowns on their heads but had a golden snake hairpin inserted into their hair.
These elderly men were staring blankly at Elara's figure. The expressions on their faces changed, sometimes envious, sometimes jealous, sometimes astonished, sometimes terrified, and sometimes gnashing their teeth with hatred. All these complex expressions converge at once, inevitably making these old men look hideous and hateful to the extreme. Only the old man in the golden dragon jade chair in the main hall was staring blankly, his gaze unfocused, not knowing what was going on.
"I'm so angry, big brother, do you see clearly? What else could this swordsmanship not be Xuantian Pili Zhenjue?" The old man with the purple gold jade crown, with a look of resentment on his face, stared straight at the old man on the golden Dragon Jade chair and asked.
"Big brother, you speak!" The old man's question went unanswered, and not a single person answered. With an angry look on his face, he approached the old man who was looking down at him and asked, "Second brother, what do you think?"
"Humph!" The second brother just snorted and glared angrily at the elder brother on the Golden Dragon Jade chair, showing no sign of anger on his face. Without saying a word, a big hand gently tapped the armrest of the silver chair, creaking.
"Second brother, why don't you say anything!" The old man in the purple gold jade crown, with his hands hanging down, stared blankly at the old man with his head lowered beside him, looking puzzled.
"What's there to say! It's stolen, haven't you already noticed?" The old man in the purple-gold jade crown, with his head lowered, had a disdainful look in his mouth and did not raise his eyes. His grey eyebrows were raised, his old eyes were wide open, but he gave the old man in the purple-gold jade crown with a sidecar glance, as if to be perfunctory.
"What?" The old man in the purple gold crown, with his hands hanging down, blew his beard and glared, could hardly believe his ears. In a moment of astonishment, the faces of all the people in the hall were all frowning and silent, maintaining an expression of deep thought.
"Third brother, what are you trying to be so confused? You are not unaware of the death of that fellow Shui Gongjin back then! Besides, the boy died a long time ago and left no man or woman behind. The swordsmanship has long been lost. How could there be such a mysterious swordsmanship in the Shui tribe? Have you not figured this out yet?"
The old man in the purple-gold jade crown, with his head lowered above, seems to be speaking to the old man with his hand lowered below. In fact, he was already looking sideways at each of the elders in the hall, secretly speculating, constantly observing the subtle expressions on their faces. He paid particular attention to the old man in the golden dragon and jade chair in the main hall, feeling astonished. Then he sighed:
"Well, well --" the sighing old man with blond hair, eyebrows and beard was only staring at the girl on the golden curtain in the hall, but did not show any other expression. In his mind, the old man, with deep eyes like the sea, was lost in thought about something.
It is not terrifying to see any expression on a person's face, such as astonishment, surprise, indignation, ferocity, or any other. Because their inner thoughts will be clearly shown on their faces. The terrifying thing is that, as it is now, his eyes are blank and his face is expressionless, and no one can predict what he will be like next.
"The second brother has just figured it out. But your last sentence, "Well, well," is not clear. What 'forget'?" The third brother, with his hands hanging down, looked at the eldest brother in the main hall in astonishment, then at the second brother, who had his head hanging down. The second brother actually threw out the word "just", got up from his chair and was about to go out of the hall. The third brother immediately shouted, "Second brother!" Are you leaving?"
The second brother turned his head slightly and gave the third brother a sidelined glance, his eyes full of disgraceful looks. Two golden silk sleeves, swinging at the third brother, made a faint "hum" and strode out of the hall.
At that moment, the old man with blond hair, eyebrows and beard on the golden dragon chair in the hall, with a voice like a bronze bell, asked loudly, "Where are you going?" "Where are you going... Where are you going... Where to go..." Echoes linger in the grand hall of the golden characters, lingering in the ears. A mighty force burst forth, with a powerful and intimidating quality.