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Search for Lord Shan Shen

　　The air smelt like three-day-old dog s.h.i.+t; dry and astringent.

　　His Machesty stared at me for a long time before smiling helplessly, "No wonder why Yiren said you are a man without restraints and cannot be viewed with common sense. She said you are unpredictable, and commonly say things that surprise people."

　　I scratched my head, "Boss Shen praised me like that?"

　　"Boss? Heh, only you would dare to address Yiren like that." The emperor wore a look of nostalgia in his eyes.

　　"You were able to see through the Black Winds Thirteen Wings arrangements and come up with a plan for Yiren to have Long Zaitian neutralise Thorn Tears using poison. Though those feats of yours were not publicised, I do know that you are a talented man that can handle big jobs."

　　"Frankly, I don't like you at all." His Machesty glared daggers at me, again, after he finished speaking, "Because I had a man who served at my side just like you, back then, but his greed got the better of him and he violated the law. In the end, he threw himself into the abyss. You two are identical in a lot of ways."

　　'His Machesty must be talking about the living treasure Yan s.h.i.+san. I'm surprised to hear that His Machesty hasn't let go of that after so many years. It looks like Old Yan will have to continue waiting before he can return.'

　　"However, I have also come to realise that it's not right to treat you like that. You are you; he is he. I can't cut off a young man's future because I mind what somebody did in the past."

　　The emperor then suddenly raised his arm up and went to reach for my shoulder.

　　I unconsciously evaded by s.h.i.+fting my shoulder downwards.

　　However, His Machesty didn't stop. Instead, he struck at me with a powerful palm strike. He struck at me using just his arm strength alone without moving his. But, but it was enough to show that His Machesty was an expert at both internal and external strength techniques.

　　I didn't dare to slack.

　　I utilised Taji Fist, which I learnt from the uncle planting vegetables at the foot of Wudang Mountain. Unfortunately, I had forgotten a few moves, so I had shoved a few random palm strike moves from Mount Daluo into the mix. I'm different to Tang Ye. I fail to remember techniques, so my fighting style doesn't look aesthetic.

　　However, my strength was enough to withstand His Machesty's internal strength, so he didn't hurt me.

　　He then suddenly retracted his arm and stepped back before nodding as an out of this world expert would.

　　His Machesty stroked his beard, "Not bad, not bad. It's quite impressive for you to have such splendid skills at your age."

　　'Can we just talk properly without the theatricals? I had over two hundred opportunities to knock you flying into the toilet of Kunning Palace, Your Machesty.'

　　His Machesty then said, "You have enough internal energy. You are the disciple of a reputable sect, no doubt. It's just that your skills are terrible. There's virtually no firepower, just as Yiren told me. You possess good vision and quick hands, and you also react fast. As long as you're willing to train diligently, I guarantee you'll be able to rank in the Seventeen Hidden Dragons."

　　I submissively tucked my chin, "I was born lazy. I have no patience for martial arts training, so I am afraid I will not amount to much. As such, I am afraid I will disappoint your kindness."

　　His Machesty dodged the topic, "You come from Mount Daluo?"

　　"Erm, yes."

　　His Machesty nodded, "You're not actually similar to the person I'm thinking off, but more similar to one of the people in your sect. I think you know who I'm talking about."