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Canglang City's night was quiet. The waves gently rocked the little boats.

The Fuyou Royal Palace stood at the northeastern edge of Canglang City, built against the mountains with the vast ocean at its back. There were relics of royal ancestors comprehending the Dao and cleaving the waves; should the city come under attack, it was also the easiest place to escape from—enemies capable of destroying the Fuyou Kingdom would most likely come from the Nine Provinces in the southwest.

This also made Chu Liang's infiltration more convenient. Entering from the front would mean heavy guards and layer upon layer of formations, perhaps requiring some effort. But by turning into wind and slipping in from the northern seaside, crossing that single formation over the palace wall, he arrived directly inside.

The true sovereign, Han Lingshou, had already drawn out the palace's layout for him. Chu Liang thus strolled all the way to the central bedchamber as though he were returning home. Given his current appearance, it truly was like returning home.

He now bore Han Lingshou's appearance.

The Luminous Mirror transformed by the Phantom Treasure Spirit Embryo could only last for a quarter of an hour, but the effect cast during that quarter-hour would not weaken. In other words, so long as Chu Liang did not voluntarily or involuntarily reveal himself, he could maintain this unlucky appearance indefinitely.

Around the bedchamber, nearly a hundred guards and multiple formations had been deployed both openly and covertly. Whether this was due to today's assassination attempt or had always been the case was unknown. But to Chu Liang, it was no great difficulty. With his seventh-realm wind transformation, bypassing guards whose cultivation had not reached the Heavenly Pass was no hard task.

Had that seventh-realm palace eunuch been here on guard, it might