Luo Jinxiao’s mind buzzed in shock. Instinctively, she searched herself for a handkerchief but found nothing. In the end, she bravely used her hand to wipe away Qu Weiyin’s tears, her fingertips becoming wet. “Junior Shishu…” Luo Jinxiao whispered softly, a faint ache stirring in her heart. She wanted to comfort Qu Weiyin but found herself at a loss for…
Qu Chengzhou’s face turned from green to purple. He remained silent, his gaze fixed on Qu Weiyin, filled with hatred. Qu Weiyin naturally didn’t back down, and an undercurrent seemed to flow between them. “What you all don’t realize is that Wuhui Mountain holds more than just Wuhui Palace,” Elder Liu began, his voice low and serious. “There’s another hall…
Sect Leader Tang was momentarily stunned by the question, pausing for a moment before waving his hand and summoning someone to fetch her. Not long after, Tang Lan’er, dressed in a peach-colored martial attire, entered the grand hall with her escort. She now carried herself with the demeanor of a Young Sect Leader, looking serious as she brushed a stray…
Qu Weiyin’s thoughts were suddenly interrupted. She turned to look at Luo Jinxiao, her eyes even redder than before. But she quickly regained her composure, pulling her hand away and biting her lip, remaining silent. Luo Jinxiao’s heart ached even more. She stepped in front of Qu Weiyin, her voice sharp as she addressed the onlookers. “What are you all…
The winding secret passage seemed to lead to an underground palace. Luo Jinxiao stumbled around like a headless fly, unsure how she managed to crawl out. All she knew was that when she saw the sky again, a pale hand gently but firmly pulled her up from the ground. She struggled to open her eyes, wanting to see who had…