C1058 The Death Match!

After Zhi Ming stepped out of the grand hall, the Palace Lord of the Fate Palace subtly curled his lips into a smile.

"Hehe, it seems the young man known as Zhi Ming is onto us."

His voice, once hoarse and commanding, had transformed into a youthful, melodious tone that was unexpectedly pleasant to the ear.

He casually crossed his legs and reclined on his throne