raised his head.
His hood covered his face, revealing only a small part of his chin.
They could feel the man’s eyes fixed motionlessly on a particular place – the forest before them.

He seemed to be making sure of something.

“The emperor is there.”

The white-robed man’s low voice carried no hint of emotion but hid an inexplicable fervor as he moved his feet toward the forest.

Ilir pulled his sword out of its sheath, and the sharp blade faced the man in white, “Your Excellency, please do not move.”

The knights looked at the strange man who seemed to have a problem with his head and followed the chief to draw their swords, “Your Excellency, please do not go any further.”

“The emperor is calling.”

The white-robed man murmured and continued to walk forward, unconcerned by the people around him that threatened him with their swords.

Calling? Hearing this, Ilir frowned.
Where did the call come from? Did the manor have some special messenger?

The same question arose in the hearts of the steward and his subordinates.

Of course, they would not have heard of it.
After all, this was Qiao Xingnan’s nonsense.

Qiao Xingnan, who made up all this, was sitting on a rock under a tree with his eyes closed and his fingers lightly tapping his thighs.
He could see everything around him through Zero’s eyes and control Zero in time for his next move.

Every act of control must be done with care.
Zero’s appearance, although seemingly robust now, was really an illusion.
He was still fragile at the slightest touch.

This must not be discovered by anyone.

The white robe was only a centimeter from the tip of the knights’ swords.
As long as it was a little more off, the robe would be cut by the swords, and the man would be stabbed.

The breeze blew gently, and the hood that covered the face of the man in white swayed with the wind, revealing a high nose and thin lips without any curvature as if nothing could cause a ripple in his heart.

“Please stop, Your Excellency!” The knight held up his sword, its sharp blade pressing forward.

There was no hint of hesitation in the man’s movements.
He did not seem to be afraid of the sharp weapons at all.
His pace remained so calm and steady as he walked step by step toward the forest.

Perhaps it was the man’s powerful aura that frightened him, but the knight with the sword couldn’t help but take a step back in the panic.

The sharp blade cut through the hem of his clothes without hurting him.

Ilir frowned.
He clutched the sword in his hand and was about to rush over, only to be stopped by the butler.

“Follow him and see where he’s going.” The steward looked towards the forest with a vague foreboding sense in his heart.

Not far away, Neil, who was on duty with his companion at the ice house, was looking at the sun gradually moving west, counting how long it would take for someone to take over the shift.

This evening, he had an appointment for a wonderful night, so he could not miss the time and let the beautiful lady be displeased.

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the distance, and it didn’t sound like a person’s voice.

“That’s……” His companion looked at the figure gradually approaching in the distance and was somewhat stunned.

In the distance, a man wrapped in white was walking towards them, followed by a group of knights behind him.

“The chief is also there!” The companion noticed the knight in gold armor there.
With a jolt, he subconsciously stood up straight and quietly reminded Neil.

The man walked quickly and left them in the blink of an eye.

“I’ll follow up and take a look.
The man on duty will be here soon, you say hello for me.”

Neil has always been very bold, so he dropped these words and hurriedly followed the group before him.

Looking up, the path led to the back of the mountain.

Ilir frowned at the figure in front of him, the man was clearly walking but was much faster than them, and they could only jog to catch up with him.

The steward frowned, “If his destination is the back mountain, stop him immediately!”

The back mountain was a forbidden place.

Ilir hummed as the white-robed man continued to walk step by step.
He suddenly seemed to pause for a moment before his steps quickened again, the hem of his coat flipping in the air in a nice arc.

He had identified his target.

“Follow him!”

Ilir increased his speed and chased after him.

However, the strange thing was that no matter how they chased, there was no way to catch up with the white-robed man.

Looking at the white figure in front of him, Ilir was a bit alarmed that the other party did not seem to feel tired and was able to run faster and faster.

He did not know how tired Qiao Xingnan was not far away.
He had to control Zero’s speed, not letting him go too slow so as not to be caught up but also having him go slower so as not to lose the knights.
Finding a suitable speed was really a bit difficult for him as a writer.

In a short while, the crowd was getting closer to the back of the mountain.

The steward and Ilir’s frown grew tighter.

At this time, they saw the white-robed man turn in a direction and did not continue to walk towards the back of the mountain.
They were subconsciously relieved, and when they raised their eyes, they saw the white-robed man walking towards a tree on the path.

They turned their heads to look over there, and only then did they realize a figure was sitting under the tree.

The breeze brushed by, sunlight through the dappled leaves scattered on the ground.
The spots set off the man’s skin, which was as white as snow.
He wore coarse clothes, his long black hair reached his waist, and his cold golden eyes swept over as if nothing could enter his sight.

The leaves rustled and brought a burst of coolness.
Then, they saw the white-robed man kneel down on one knee to the man, and his low, hoarse voice could not conceal his excitement.

“Emperor, Zero is late.”

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