The Presence of the Godly Commissioner

The mountain breeze blew into the temple, making the Qin Emperor feel a bit chilly.

He looked at Jing Jiu before him, his face considerably pale. Though he had calmed down a little by now, he somehow still couldn't quite grasp what was going on.

Chu State had been conquered over thirty years ago, and the fire in the Royal Palace had almost been forgotten by everybody. Unexpectedly, this person was still alive, and he had been hiding in the temple of Buzhou Mountain!

The small temple was the residence of the godly commissioner. Besides himself, someone who had the qualification to obtain the Tripod as the ruler of the world, nobody was supposed to step over the doorsill of the temple.

Staring into Jing Jiu's eyes, he asked Jing Jiu bafflingly, "How can you be here?"

"I've been here the entire time," said Jing Jiu.