“This beast looks like it has decades of cultivation, but Rong Bing is only fifteen years old. It shouldn’t be him,” Lu Qinglan said, seemingly trying to break the deathly silence.
"Why is that? Everyone clearly dotes on him." Rong Yue didn't answer Lu Qinglan's question, but instead pondered her own thoughts.
"Some people won't be grateful to you just because you're nice to them. They're just born ingrates." Yan Chenghuan seemed to be answering Rong Yue's question, but also wanted to answer other questions as well.
Zhang Xu gave him a strange look.
The altar clearly showed signs of a battle; the zombies scattered everywhere and the bloodstains were strikingly visible in this entirely black city.
“We met him here. When we saw him, he was wearing a black cloak and his face was covered up. I knew it was him the moment I saw him. How could I not recognize my own brother!” As Rong Yue spoke, the raging wind in the sky suddenly calmed down.
"Princess, she seems to be observing you," Zhang Xu whispered in Rong Yue's ear.
Logically, everyone under the dark cloud should have turned into zombie puppets on the spot, but the zombie puppets of the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion and the royal family members disappeared, leaving only drag marks on the spot.
“Let’s go! There doesn’t seem to be anything to investigate here. Let’s go to Rong Bing’s residence.” Rong Yue calmed down and took Zhang Xu’s arm. “Xu Xu, come with me. We need to find out why.”
Although the entire capital was shrouded in darkness, Rong Bing's mansion was filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers, with artificial hills and flowing water, as beautiful as a paradise on earth.
The stark contrast with their surroundings made them tense. Lu Qinglan and Yan Chenghuan quickly stepped forward to protect Zhang Xu and Rong Yue behind them.
“It wasn’t like this when we first came here,” Rong Yue said, her grip on Zhang Xu’s hand tightening involuntarily.
"Everyone be careful, run if things go wrong," Lu Qinglan said, but she was speaking to Rong Yue.
Knowing that Lu Qinglan was referring to her, Rong Yue nodded: "I have already lost everything. At this time, I will not be willful."
Passing through the artificial hill in the courtyard, opposite is a pond full of lotus flowers. In the center of the pond, there are pavilions and terraces, and the sounds of string and wind instruments can be heard.
The disciples of the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion and members of the royal family, who had originally been turned into zombie puppets, now appeared with dark, lifeless forms, stiffly playing their musical instruments, creating a rather comical scene. In the center of this crowd, a woman in green was dancing gracefully to the music. Her robes fluttered, her delicate hands moved with an ethereal grace.
When Zhang Xu saw the woman's face, she was so shocked that she almost cried out. Yan Chenghuan quickly covered her mouth and said, "Don't make a sound."
Seeing the strange looks from Rong Yue and Lu Qinglan, Zhang Xu really wanted to say that she recognized this woman; she was the one she and Yan Chenghuan had met, the one who called herself Xian. But Yan Chenghuan covered her mouth, and she could only make sobbing noises.
"Is it pretty?"
Just as everyone was immersed in the moment, someone quietly spoke up behind them.
Everyone was startled, and when they turned around, they saw a young man in a black cloak smiling at them and making a "shh" gesture.
"Don't disturb her," the boy said.
"Rong Bing, it really is you!" Rong Yue broke free from Zhang Xu's grip and rushed to Rong Bing, wanting to ask why, but in the next moment, Rong Bing easily grabbed her neck.
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