Great Catastrophe!

The blood all over Li Yao's body was immediately frozen. His every drop of blood seemed to be piercing through his veins, muscles, and skin and protruding out of his pores like stings.

"What did you say?"

Sounding like a ghost whose neck had been choked, he stammered, "Say… Say again? What did you say just now?"

"Why do you act like you're peeing your pants? Did I say anything so scary?"

Long Yangjun was rather confused. "I don't remember saying any. There are no secrets in the royal library, and the classics concerning the Supreme Emperor's mausoleum are not of much research significance."

"No."

Li Yao struggled to say. His throat seemed to have been blocked by a large piece of ice, which made his voice high-pitched and filled with coldness. "Just now, you said that Blackstar the Great was very interested in the Supreme Emperor's mausoleum and had likely died inside it?"

"So what?"