“In that case, why don’t we just kill you?” Jiang Luan stood in front of Jiang Xi, her voice laced with caution. “That way, no matter who ends up with the Emperor’s Sword, it would be more convincing.” Lan Zhichuan snorted. “Do you think you can kill me?” He surveyed the crowd, his gaze lingering on the faces of the…
Sexual content warning. After receiving the message, Ji Lingyue quickly packed her bag and hurriedly left the library. The familiar car was parked outside the school gate. She quickened her pace, eagerly opening the passenger door. She was about to call out Lan Wu’s name, but was met with an unexpected face. The owner of the face pushed down her…
A long silence hung heavy in the hall. Someone finally broke the stillness. “Lan Zhichuan!” Jiang Xi’s eyes were filled with tears as she cried out, “How could you? How could you?!” She stumbled forward, her body swelling into a massive white dragon, roaring as she charged toward the man. “Jiang Xi!” Jiang Luan was shocked and quickly followed, with…
The tension in the hall was palpable, ready to explode at any moment. Fuyou stood surrounded by the crowd, listening to the chaotic footsteps, and let out a silent sigh. Clang— Her staff struck the ground, making a crisp sound that instantly drew everyone’s attention. She raised her left hand, and in her palm, a silvery glow began to form….
More and more sea yaos summoned their weapons, their eyes fixed warily on the man on the throne. Lan Ji stared back at them in silence, the fury slowly draining from his face like a mask stiffening into lifeless wood. “Heh…” Finally, he let out a cold chuckle, shook his head, and stood up slowly. “I am indeed not Lan…