Ming Zhitian shook his head and waved his hand, "Don't interrupt, listen to me first. Since you are human and I am human, we are all on the same side, who are outsiders? Unless you are not human."
The old man in white reacted and said angrily, "Who are you cursing? You sly brat, you almost led me astray!"
The old man in black said, "Why waste so many words with him? He talks nonsense, no matter how eloquent he is, it's futile in the face of strength. Let's fight!"
The two elders in the Ninth Level of the Awakening Realm wanted to make a move again, but the woman quickly reprimanded, "Stop!"
"?"
The two elders were confused, and the old man in black couldn't help but ask, "Empress, you..."
The woman suddenly became angry, "He is my friend, who dares to touch him? Step back!"
Her authority echoed, and the two elders did not move. The old man in white asked, "Empress, this kid..."
The woman interrupted him with an unquestionable gaze, "I don't want to repeat myself."
"Gulp..."
The two of them found it difficult to even swallow, and quickly tore open a space rift to retreat before the Empress could erupt.
After the two elders left, the woman instantly appeared in front of Ming Zhitian. He smelled the scent of lavender, and Ming Zhitian felt intoxicated by an unfamiliar floral fragrance.
The woman suddenly grabbed Ming Zhitian's arms, "Who exactly are you? How do you know the Imperial Artifact Art?"
Ming Zhitian retorted, "Who are you? What was the deal with those two old men just now? Who are they to you?"
In fact, Ming Zhitian was eager to know her name. As a perfectly normal man, his curiosity was piqued, and he just wanted to know everything about her.
"My name is Xingchen, and they all call me Empress Xingchen. The two just now were my Divine Dark Guards, responsible for my safety."
Then she seemed to realize something, "Wait, you asked first. Can you tell me who you are now?"
Ming Zhitian pondered, and a familiar name faintly emerged in his mind. He silently recited, "Xingchen... Empress Xingchen... You are!"
"Shiniang?!"
"What?" Empress Xingchen was slightly stunned.
Ming Zhitian suddenly knelt on both knees, "Shiniang, I finally found you."
Empress Xingchen's brow furrowed slightly, "So, you are Yizhou's disciple? Get up first."
Ming Zhitian nodded, "Thank you, Shiniang."
"Sit," Empress Xingchen pointed to the stone stool in the pavilion.
Ming Zhitian then sat down and explained the whole story, "My name is Ming Zhitian..."
The gist was that he encountered Ran Yizhou's fragmented divine soul in the Myriad Grottoes, received his lifelong inheritance, and then Yizhou perished completely.
"Drip..."
"Hmm?"
Ming Zhitian looked at the wetland. Empress Xingchen was in tears, her crying was as beautiful as ever, her tears falling like petals.
Ming Zhitian longed to offer her his shoulder for support, then quickly shook his head and cursed himself, "Ming Zhitian! What are you thinking? That's your Shiniang!"
After a while...
Empress Xingchen composed herself, "I'm sorry, I was rude."
Ming Zhitian shook his head, "It's okay."
Empress Xingchen wiped the corner of her eye with her ring finger, "Does he have any last wishes?"
Ming Zhitian said, "Yes, the Saint Master had two biggest regrets: First, he never got to see Empress Xingchen one last time. Second, he never saw the Shu Jian Lu. I will fulfill them for him."
Empress Xingchen felt a little relieved, "You are thoughtful. Yizhou really took in a good disciple. If it were anyone else, they would have long since retired from the world, and would not have done these two things."
Ming Zhitian said, "Also, the Saint Master asked me to convey that he owes you an apology."
Empress Xingchen said with a hint of self-mockery, "An apology? For an apology, I have waited for you for three hundred years. Zhitian, do you know that Yizhou, as a Martial Saint, claimed to be invincible? Therefore, there was no immortal body in the world, but the Martial Saint died... The Ancient Cultivation World was reshuffled. Alas, but that doesn't matter. What matters is that he will not return."