Rain was falling on Jingdu Mountain, the mountain scenery shrouded in a misty haze, and the air was damp. A group trekked across the wet grass, their steps producing a soft rustling sound. Qing Jun glanced at the clouded sky. The weather was gloomy, reflecting the somber and melancholic mood of a person, neither warm sunshine nor heavy rain, but…
The palace was shrouded in silence. After a long silence, Seven called from outside the hall, “My Lady.” His voice, echoing softly and distantly, reached the depths of the hall, yet it was met with no response. “About the people in the courtyard…” Seven, hesitant to make decisions on his own, sought direction from Gu Fuyou. Suddenly, Gu Fuyou stood…
Zhong Michu held her close, allowing her to lean more comfortably against herself. She deliberated for a long time before deciding to tell Gu Fuyou about Si Miao. She didn’t want Gu Fuyou to know, but it was impossible to hide it from her forever. Perhaps Gu Fuyou would have guessed when she saw Zhong Michu return alone. Zhong Michu…
The weather that day looked gloomy, as if it might rain. The City Lord’s mansion in Gu City was tightly guarded inside and out by the Dragon Clan cultivators. With the exception of Zhong Michu, almost none of the dragons were known for their gentleness in handling matters. Despite some restraint in recent years, their inherent nature was hard to…
Bound by the contract, no slave could defy Gu Fuyou’s will. In the Thirty-Three Skies, battles raged on. Clusters of flames ignited across the islands. The roaring flames, accompanied by battle cries, grew more fierce, turning the night sky a deep, blood-red. The defensive formations of the Thirty-Three Skies were now vulnerable. Gu Fuyou, having regained some of her spiritual…