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Upon hearing this, Wei Zhuang's lips curled into an extremely cold yet somewhat playful smile.

He slowly walked to the large stone table, his long, strong fingers gently tapping the cold surface, producing a dull "tap, tap" sound that seemed to strike the heart.

"A chance encounter? Followed him all the way? Ha..." Wei Zhuang let out a low, cold laugh, his voice filled with disdain and mockery. "In this world, there aren't that many perfectly timed coincidences. A mysterious person of unknown origin, unfathomable and unfathomable, just happened to appear 'by chance' when Han Fei was about to step into the stagnant waters of Xinzheng, and then just happened to follow him here. Zi Nu, do you believe it?"

Zi Nu shook her head, her purple eyes gleaming with shrewdness: "Of course I don't believe it. This person is extremely cunning and speaks with utmost care. He deliberately brought up Han Fei's name, perhaps to test the depths of our Zi Lan Xuan, or perhaps... to send us some kind of signal."

"What kind of person do you think he is?" Wei Zhuang stopped tapping the table and looked at Zi Nu with a deep gaze.

Zi Nu pondered for a moment, and Li Chengze's handsome and extraordinary face, which exuded a sense of aloofness and superiority, and the natural demeanor he displayed in every gesture, reappeared in her mind.

"The name 'Li Chengze' is most likely an alias," Zi Nu said with certainty. "Among the seven kingdoms under heaven, there is no record of anyone named Li Chengze with such a demeanor in my Zi Lan Xuan intelligence network. Moreover, he claims to be a wandering knight who roams the world, but that is completely unfounded."

Zi Nu stood up and paced back and forth in the room, analyzing as she spoke: "A true wandering knight, no matter how high his martial arts skills, will inevitably carry the air of hardship and the rough-and-tumble spirit of the martial world. But this person has not a trace of that martial world air about him. On the contrary, he possesses an innate nobility that is impossible to look directly at. That nobility is not the air of a nouveau riche piled up with money, but the imperial aura cultivated only by long-term high office and the power of life and death!"

At this point, Zi Nu's expression turned serious: "I even feel that the aura emanating from him is very pure. He is definitely not some wandering knight-errant; his true identity is very likely that of a royal prince from one of the seven kingdoms!"

Wei Zhuang listened quietly to Zi Nu's analysis, a dangerous glint flashing in his cold eyes.

"Which country's prince is he?" Wei Zhuang asked coldly.

"That's precisely the most troublesome part," Zi Nu sighed. "His accent is extremely pure, without any regional bias. He's incredibly knowledgeable, with an encyclopedic understanding of the power dynamics among the seven states. Judging solely from his appearance and speech, it's impossible to determine which of the five states—Qin, Chu, Yan, Zhao, Wei, or Qi—he comes from. As for his purpose in coming to Han..."

Zi Nu stopped and shook her head helplessly: "I can't tell at all. On the surface, everything is calm and peaceful, but no one knows what kind of storm is brewing beneath. He moved into Zi Lan Xuan and immediately bought two top-grade gold ingots, as if he really just wanted to have fun and appreciate fine wine. But my intuition tells me that he has much bigger plans."

Wei Zhuang turned his head and looked out the window again.

The night sky was deep, with a few cold stars appearing and disappearing among the clouds.

"South Korea's seemingly hopeless situation is finally about to come back to life."

Wei Zhuang gazed into the deep night, a fanatical and bloodthirsty smile spreading across his cold, handsome face. He slowly uttered two words:

"interesting."

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……

Meanwhile, on the third floor of Zilanxuan, in the Tianzi private room.

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Unlike the hustle and bustle downstairs and the solemnity inside Wei Zhuang's private room, this extremely luxurious room was filled with a strange tranquility.

Unlike ordinary distinguished guests, Li Chengze did not summon several beautiful maids to help him bathe and change clothes.

He stood alone in the center of the room, casually taking off his moon-white brocade robe and draping it over the sandalwood screen.

The room was filled with the scent of fine, calming incense, its smoke curling upwards.

Li Chengze walked to the large, soft canopy bed and lay down fully clothed.

He placed his hands on his abdomen, closed his eyes slightly, and his breathing became long and steady. However, his consciousness did not fall asleep, but rather sank into a mysterious space that only he could see.

"system."

Without wasting any words, Li Chengze directly sent a mental message:

"I have arrived in Xinzheng, South Korea, and am temporarily residing at Zilanxuan."

After sending the message, Li Chengze casually turned off the system light screen.

He rolled over, found a comfortable position, and slowly closed his eyes.

……

Hundreds of miles away from Xinzheng City, in a dense black forest at the border of Qin and Han.

It was the dead of night, the sky was overcast, and a downpour had just washed over the ancient forest. The air was thick with the pungent smell of earth and... the acrid smell of blood.

"Boom!"

A pale white bolt of lightning ripped through the night sky, instantly illuminating the forest clearing that resembled a hellish landscape.

A pale white bolt of lightning ripped through the night sky, instantly illuminating the forest clearing that resembled a hellish landscape.

On the ground lay more than a dozen corpses, scattered haphazardly. Without exception, all of these corpses were dressed in tight-fitting black night clothes, with a dark red, chilling spider pattern embroidered on their chests or arms.

Net!

The most terrifying assassin organization in the world, the ultimate weapon of the Qin Empire, a net that is all-encompassing and infiltrates every nook and cranny.

However, tonight, these assassins from the Luo Wang organization, who usually struck fear into the hearts of the nobles of the seven kingdoms, died tragically on this muddy land, like ants being casually crushed.

In the center of the pile of corpses stood an extremely tall figure, like a demon god.

He wore a tattered yet imposing dark gold armor, a bamboo hat on his head, and a hideous bronze mask covering his face.

The Bad Commander, Yuan Tiangang!

At this moment, Yuan Tiangang's right hand was tightly gripping the throat of a Luo Wang assassin.

This assassin was the leader of this Net squad, a top-tier assassin who had reached the "Kill" level. But in Yuan Tiangang's hands, he was like a chick with its neck being squeezed, its feet dangling in the air, struggling frantically, its eyes filled with undisguised extreme fear.

"Just ants."

Yuan Tiangang's eyes, hidden beneath the bronze mask, shone with a cold light as if from an ancient glacier. His voice was hoarse and deep, like a death knell echoing from the deepest hell, reverberating through the silent black forest.

The assassin, whose rank was "Kill," desperately tried to mobilize his internal energy to resist, but to his horror, he discovered that in front of the masked monster, his proud internal energy was like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun, instantly melting away without a trace.

An extremely domineering and terrifying aura had completely locked down all the meridians in his body.

"Who...who are you...?" The assassin managed to squeeze out a few words from his throat, blood gushing from the corner of his mouth.

Yuan Tiangang did not answer his question.