084 Particle Transmission [Available at 0 o'clock]

Yang Ming was almost mistaken for an assassin.

He hadn't even managed to step out of the palace gates before two rows of mechanical soldiers rushed over, each laser gun aimed at Yang Ming's head.

Fortunately, the Old Emperor was not in any real danger.

The Old Emperor had already returned to normal by the time the royal medical team arrived, calmly waving off these nervous carbon-based life forms and letting out a gentle breath.

He sat on a couch in the corner, watching Yang Ming, who was held at the palace gate, with a hint of suspicion in his eyes.

"Let him go,"

the Old Emperor said softly.

The mechanical soldiers retreated, and Yang Ming looked toward the Old Emperor with concern.

"Your Majesty, what happened to you?"

"Come here, Captain," the Old Emperor softly beckoned.

Yang Ming stepped forward immediately without any hesitation, walking up the steps to stand in front of the Old Emperor under his gaze and everyone's watchful eyes.