Ling Kongshen, a legendary figure known for his iron-fisted methods and undefeated record both in court and on the battlefield, now seemed as if struck by a heavy blow, his face turning pale instantly.

His hands clenched tightly, knuckles whitening from the force, trembling slightly. His heart was like a stormy sea, emotions of shock, doubt, awe, and fear intertwining, leaving him unable to control himself.

Ling Kongshen even forgot to wipe away the tea drops that had fallen on his lapel, his aged and profound eyes lost in boundless distraction.

Could these words be something an old man like him, with one foot already in the immortal tombs, could hear?!