Chapter 1872: Han Rong reappears The man was heavily protected. Even if she attacked, the probability of taking his life was slim. Moreover, even with both Lei Shao and Bi Shan here, without having a surefire plan, she couldn’t tell them to act. Otherwise, the damage would be great. Although she was brought to the black robed man’s side as his personal shadow guard, those people in the dark seemed to be guarding against her. The gaze that occasionally came her way contains a trace of scrutiny and probe. She didn’t dare to relax. Perhaps by dozing off that day, she had given them the illusion that she was not a threat. After all, she didn’t display herself as an absolute elite but more like a person of flesh and blood. She felt that the black robed man had moved her to his side for this exact reason. A man in black walked in from outside and respectfully saluted, “Master, Han Rong is here.” The black robed man, who was dealing with the task at the table, narrowed his eyes and gathered the things in his hands. “Bring him in.” When Feng Jiu heard the following report, her heart stirred. A dark glint flashed in her eyes. If it were not for her unusual nature, she would have revealed a flaw at that moment. Han Rong? Was it the same surname and given name? That man was not supposed to appear here. She suppressed the rush in her heart and restrained her breath while sitting calmly on the column. Still, her sight was trained on the palace gate until she spotted a man in black walking in with a middle-aged man. Her expression changed. It’s not him! It’s not the Han Rong she used to know. Also, at the time Han Rong was driven out of the crown prince’s mansion by Xuanyuan Mo Ze, his cultivation was abolished and he was seriously injured. It was impossible for him to survive. She thought too much. They just had the same surname and given name. However, what she saw next overturned her previous conviction. “I pay my respects to Your Majesty.” Han Rong stepped forward and saluted him. Then, he straightened up and looked at the man wearing a mask on the throne. Even his master did not have a portrait of him and no one knew what he looked like. It seemed only those he trusted most knew the face under the mask. “Why are you here again? What’s the matter this time?” The black robed man narrowed his eyes and asked lazily. “I take the liberty of coming here, hoping that the Lord will not take offence. My Master received a message and thus sent me to the palace.” Han Rong answered. Seeing that the man’s eyes seemed to have a trace of impatience, without waiting for him to ask, he said, “My Master received the news that although the Phoenix Empire was destroyed, half of the Feng Guards were killed and injured, but half of them were trained to become strong soldiers under Feng Jiu’s hands. Even Feng Jiu’s Grandfather and Father did not die.” Hearing this, Feng Jiu’s eyes shrank and stared at the people below. But, Han Rong seemed to sense it and looked up. He naturally noticed the few people sitting on the top of the columns. His eyes flitted over those people, frightened inwardly. There were so many strong exponents around the Shadow Night Palace’s Master that if it were not for the glance from above, he would not be aware of their existence. The black robed man looked up slightly and glanced at the young man in black...