The northwestern border, a celestial realm encampment.
The two guardian immortal soldiers watching over Bei Yan trembled, kneeling with their heads bowed in fear, not daring to utter a single breath.
Qingyao stood to the side, her fingers digging hard into her palms, trying to suppress her panic and fear and calm herself down.
Junlin sat on his high throne, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest of the chair. His silver eyes were slightly narrowed, and his divine face was excessively calm.
But it was precisely this excessive calm that made the three below even more afraid. Anyone who has ever been with King's Landing knows that the calmer King's Landing appears, the more terrifying the storm brewing beneath.
"Did you lose it?" The voice, as cold and sharp as the aura emanating from a ten-thousand-year-old iceberg, didn't even give you a chance to tremble.
"Yes, yes, your subordinates... your subordinates have failed in their duty. We leave it to Lord Feng to decide what to do with us," the two celestial soldiers kneeling on the ground replied tremblingly.
Junlin did not answer them, but the danger in his silver eyes grew even stronger and more terrifying.
A gaze as cold as ice fell upon Qingyao, causing her to tremble involuntarily.
"Qingyao, give me an explanation." It was a sentence that was clearly devoid of any emotion, but Qingyao felt as if someone had a sword to her throat.
"I... I just wanted to bring her out for some fresh air. I... I never expected things to turn out this way. It's all my fault, all my fault, it's all my fault."
As she spoke, Qingyao shook her head, tears streaming down her face, deeply saddened and filled with self-reproach.
“Heh,” Jun Lin sneered, the coldness in his silver eyes intensifying.
"Bring it up."
A bad premonition rose in Qingyao's heart. Sure enough, the next moment, her personal fairy servant was escorted into the tent by fairy soldiers.
Xiannu glanced at Qingyao, then quickly looked away, her face showing obvious signs of crying.
"She's already confessed. Do I need her to repeat it here?"
"Ah Lin, Ah Lin, I, I just..." Qingyao bit her lip and shook her head, tears streaming down her face.
"Qingyao, my tolerance towards you is only out of consideration for my mother. You'd better pray that she's alright, otherwise..."
A cruel smile curved his thin lips, his voice icy and devoid of warmth: "You'll be buried with her."
Qingyao's face turned ashen, and she collapsed to the ground.
"Take him away."
"yes!"
Her hands were pulled up, and the gentle expression on Qingyao's face turned ferocious and terrifying:
"Junlin, you can't do this to me! She's just a wild girl who came from who-knows-where, why should I be made to die with her! Uncle Shenjun will never agree to this!"
The voice was no longer the gentle one it once was, but a hoarse, desperate roar.
Unfortunately, Junlin didn't even lift an eyelid, and waved his hand indifferently. The celestial soldiers obeyed the order and, ignoring Qingyao's struggles, took Qingyao away.
"You two, go and receive your punishment."
"Yes, yes, thank you for your forgiveness, Lord Fengjun! Thank you for your forgiveness, Lord Fengjun!"
The two guards, feeling as if they had been granted a pardon, kowtowed in gratitude, for they had thought they were doomed to die that day.
Once the two left, only Junlin remained in the tent.
The cold ruthlessness in his narrow eyes faded, and he wearily closed his eyes, a wave of panic and unease washing over him, his knuckles turning white.
Why did I lose control like this...?
"I went through so much trouble, even begging and pleading, to get this medicine from Uncle Medicine. I can't let it go to waste!"
Her silver eyes snapped open, and her icy lips parted slightly: "Dragon Palace."
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