Ying Zheng stepped in, and everyone in the house knelt to welcome him. When I lowered my head, his unspoken words suddenly rang in my mind: The fifth Eastern Tour is actually my final chapter. He suddenly raised his hand and pointed at me, and the guards stood around me with their swords drawn. Others didn't know where the misfortune came from, but I just felt that gaze was like a knife pointed at my throat. He slowly put down his hand and raised his head. I met those eyes - the eternal emperor in the scroll was staring at me at the moment. He asked: Did you hear something just now?
