Chapter 57: Utterly Lacking a Conscience

She had firmly believed that Lou Yuehui would take her away from the center of the vortex, help her gather evidence, and stand unconditionally by her side. That was why she had followed her without resistance, but at this very moment...
She was wrong. The friend she thought she knew was truly not as good as she had imagined.

With a heavy and patient sigh, Lou Yuehui tried to persuade her: "Do you even know who they are? Can your so-called justice really help you? Not only will it fail, but in the end, it might ruin everything you have and destroy your entire family."

She had merely spoken a few home truths.

Qin Yue recalled the bizarre occurrences regarding the Buddhist sect from his past life, as well as various cinematic depictions of it; ever since the saints, their temperaments had been rather eccentric.

Though Bai Fu did not look back, he already knew whose voice this was—it belonged to Yanguang. Suddenly acting as though he had heard nothing, he quickly plunged into the mountain without casting a single glance backward.

In order to become an outer disciple and thereby "gain the qualification to be worthy of her," Ling Fei cultivated diligently and strove with all his might. However, his innate talent determined that his achievements could not be too high. It was only through continuous struggle and the completion of special tasks that he finally secured the qualification review token to advance to the outer sect, only to be ambushed and assassinated by someone else, ultimately meeting his demise.

A slight sense of strangeness arose in his heart; contrary to his previous judgment, those two fellows were indeed coming specifically for him.

The sound of drums echoed through the air, and the entire encampment stirred into motion. Aside from those who had just returned, another two hundred or so people suddenly emerged from this rear-guard camp in the blink of an eye.

"These tools haven't seen the light of day for several years; it's rare for them to come in handy this time." Li Lingxi reached out, gently and affectionately stroking each tool. Li Qianqian found it a bit too painful to watch, and catching her younger sister's expression, Li Lingxi chuckled softly before putting the things away.

Speaking of which, Qiu Yue had accumulated sufficient experience, and in terms of hard power, he privately believed he was second to no one. As for practical exposure, he had once traversed the entire Rising Dragon Realm with just his bare fists. Yet, upon witnessing Zhang Qing's performance, he could only submit in utter admiration.

When Leng Yue heard Ying Qian's report, she was profoundly shocked. She guessed that when Meng Yuchen went to the imperial palace, he must have learned something unbearable to him, and this matter likely had a connection to Meng Changsi.

Yunxiu could tell that he was genuinely considering what might happen if she truly stayed, and whether he would be able to support her.

"What is the current situation with Ningxi? Have you sent people to search for her?!" he anxiously asked Su Qing.

The tall fence was entwined with seductive rose thorns, and the slanted sunlight cast mottled light and shadow, reflecting the luxury of the entire courtyard.

Arriving beneath the large tree, Leng Yue gently laid Mu Qingyan upon a stone, pressing down upon him, kissing him deeply while stripping away each other's clothing.

Returning to Wang Kelun's side, not long after, a knock sounded on his office door. Giving a indifferent response of "come in," he opened his eyes and looked toward the entrance.

"Thank you, Nankong Qian." Han Yanched looked at Nankong Qian, thanking him sincerely. Nankong Qian, clearly unaccustomed to such politeness, stiffly waved his hand, turned around without another word, and left.

Leading him into the room and laying him on the bed, she gazed at his utterly disfigured face, stroking it gently with a heartache that pierced her soul. She could imagine how much suffering he had endured and what torments he had faced when he fell off the cliff back then, transforming his once flawless face beyond recognition.

To his astonishment, however, the moment his internal energy entered the body, it was repelled by another force, and even he himself was sent staggering backward by the shockwave.

That was the emotion she had experienced—the old lady's feelings when playing this zither: affection and lingering attachment.

"Prince Jon, your fiancée wishes to see you." A servant approached Jon and spoke softly.

Stepping closer to take a look, everyone indeed spotted a birthmark just below Yuanyuan's neck. Mao Leyan suddenly recalled seeing the emperor naked; there seemed to be an identical birthmark on the lower right side of his neck as well. Could this be the mark of the imperial family?

Seeing him wounded, the other two quasi-emperor celestial demons also rushed over to lend assistance, attempting to suppress Ye Chen together.