Had it not been for Mo Han knowing these two were mortal enemies, he might have assumed they were the best of friends.

Hearing Murong Tian's reply, Gongsun Wuji quickly chimed in: "Heh heh, General Murong's beloved daughter is a pillar of our nation. Her illness has even alerted His Majesty, so of course, I must come and show my concern. I genuinely hope Miss Murong recovers soon so she can continue to contribute to our Tianlong Empire."

Murong Tian smiled in return: "Your daughter is not lacking either. That brilliant victory at Feiji City has made her famous across the continent. I imagine even Jerrison of the Aoyue Empire would have nightmares hearing Gongsun Yunyan's name now."

The two men then burst into hearty laughter.

Gongsun Wuji noticed Mo Han standing next to Murong Tian and smiled, "I didn't expect to run into Brother Mo Han Xiaoxiao here. We truly have fate on our side."

Mo Han had a good impression of him and returned the smile, "Heh heh, indeed. We can certainly call this fate, General Gongsun."

Murong Tian expressed a slight surprise, "Oh? Little brother already knows General Gongsun? How is that possible?" Just as Mo Han was about to answer, Gongsun Wuji interjected, "Heh heh, this young brother Mo Han is quite remarkable. He effortlessly broke through Feiji City, the city my own daughter was so proud of, with just a few words. My daughter looks up to no one, yet she deeply admires this young brother Mo Han and has even accepted him as an elder brother."

Mo Han inwardly recoiled. While Gongsun Wuji's words didn't explicitly state anything, they subtly hinted at Mo Han's connection with the Gongsun family, an obvious attempt to sow discord between him and the Murong family.

Yet, every word he spoke was the truth, leaving Mo Han with no grounds to refute him.

Murong Tian paused upon hearing Gongsun Wuji's statement, then spoke, "I heard some time ago that a young man easily breached the supposedly impregnable Feiji City with just a few sentences. This event even drew the attention of His Majesty, who ordered a search for this mysterious youth. I never imagined it was little brother Mo Han."

Mo Han was about to offer a modest reply when a loud blast of a horn echoed through the air. Mo Han knew the Emperor of the Tianlong Empire, Long Zhantian, must have arrived.

Indeed, upon hearing the horn, Murong Tian, Gongsun Wuji, and the others swiftly stood aside. A contingent of guards, clad in vibrant yellow armor, slowly emerged from the main gates of Tianlong City.

Observing their immaculate uniforms, solemn expressions, and the powerful, rhythmic sound of their marching steps, Mo Han felt a heavy pressure permeate the surroundings, despite their lack of any aggressive gestures.

This must be the Tianlong Empire's elite force, the Emperor’s personal guard—the Tianlong Legion.

This realization elevated Mo Han's assessment of the Tianlong Legion another notch. Following the guards, a massive carriage rolled out from the city gate; this was surely the Emperor’s conveyance. It was several times larger than an ordinary carriage, pulled by twenty-four warhorses. The entire vehicle radiated immense luxury, its roofline framed entirely in gold, appearing as a shimmering beacon from a distance. A squadron of Tianlong Legion cavalry, mounted on warhorses, closely flanked the carriage, keeping it securely centered within their formation.

The carriage advanced to the platform beside the main square and came to a slow halt. The highly trained cavalry immediately took up positions at the perimeter corners, tightly shielding the carriage to guard against any unforeseen incidents.

At this moment, Murong Tian and Gongsun Wuji quickly descended from the platform and hurried toward the carriage, kneeling together to salute and cry out, "We welcome His Majesty! Long live, long live, long, long live the Emperor!"

Mo Han, standing to the side, had no choice but to follow the others, kneeling in deference. Though he felt internally uncomfortable, everyone else was kneeling; standing alone would be far too conspicuous.

As the shouts of reverence ended, a voice resonating with majesty issued from within the carriage: "Heh heh, my esteemed ministers need not be so formal. This is not the court; dispense with the ceremony. Rise."

As the words faded, a lean figure draped in a yellow dragon robe slowly emerged from the carriage.

Mo Han looked up. Long Zhantian appeared to be only about forty years old, his dignified, square-shaped face etched with a smile. Even in his smile, the innate aura of sovereignty was so profound that it deterred all others from meeting his gaze. Everyone kept their heads bowed, save for Mo Han, who remained resolute, staring directly at the supreme ruler of the Tianlong Empire.

Long Zhantian then noticed Mo Han's gaze and looked back at him. Discovering the Emperor's attention fixed upon him, Mo Han quickly plastered a cheerful expression on his face and met the Emperor's eyes with a smile. Gazing at the smiling youth opposite him, Long Zhantian couldn't help but offer a slight, amused smile in return, a flicker of curiosity igniting within him. Most people displayed utter reverence upon seeing him; none dared to hold his gaze. Only this young 'Priest' seemed utterly unfazed, completely unaffected by his imperial presence.

Long Zhantian stepped down from the carriage and spoke, "Everyone, please relax. I am only here today to inquire about General Murong’s beloved daughter's condition. There is no need for such formality. Let us proceed to our seats."

Saying this, he led the way toward the raised platform and took the central seat.

Murong Tian and the others took their positions according to their rank. Mo Han was seated behind Murong Tian, alongside Murong Feixue.

As soon as everyone was settled, the Emperor addressed Murong Tian: "General Murong, how is your beloved daughter's condition progressing? Is there any sign of improvement?" Hearing the Emperor’s question, Murong Tian promptly stood up with respect and bowed, "Thank you for Your Majesty's concern. My daughter's condition has basically been brought under control by this young brother Mo Han. We just require a few more ingredients to prepare the final antidote. I believe she will be fully recovered very soon."

After hearing Murong Tian's report, the Emperor turned to Mo Han and inquired, "You must be the young man who cured Miss Murong’s mysterious illness. Your name is Mo Han, correct?" Hearing the Emperor address him, Mo Han quickly replied with a smile, "Your Majesty is perceptive; it is indeed I. If Your Majesty should suffer from any headache, fever, or any other baffling ailment, please do not hesitate to seek me out. I guarantee a cure for all ailments! As for the consultation fee, Your Majesty can just bestow a generous reward—after all, you are the Emperor; surely you won't be stingy?"