Primordial Human Realm.
Great Qin, Xianyang.
Afang Palace.
Ying Zheng seemed to have anticipated this scene long ago and did not show any surprise.
He held the hilt of the Taia Sword, looking up at the sky, his sharp eyes like two sharp arrows easily tearing through the barriers of Primordial Heaven and Earth, envisioning scenes beyond this world.
"Hmm?"
Suddenly!
Ying Zheng furrowed his brows and demanded in a low voice, "Has Zhang Han returned yet?"
Not long after.
A figure returned from beyond Chaos, landing steadily in front of Ying Zheng, precisely the Zhang Han he spoke of.
"Reporting to Your Majesty, your subordinate has returned!" Zhang Han knelt before Ying Zheng, respectfully performing a salute.
"Hmm!" Ying Zheng nodded expressionlessly: "Did you get the item? Have you secured it?"
"I have secured it!" Zhang Han spread his hands, a Spiritual Treasure materializing within his palm: "Your Majesty, the item you wanted is inside this!"
