The Nameless Canyon Liu Xiaolou came to was Qingzhu's secluded dwelling, discovered by those two fellows, Lin Sandao and He Wudi.
He approached the mouth of the canyon uneasily, but sensed no spiritual power, so he walked inside.
Beneath a cliff face just inside the canyon entrance, he saw a meditation cushion woven from bamboo grass and a pile of charcoal. There was nothing else.
After venturing more than a hundred zhang deeper, he found a grove of Qingzhu, with a simple bamboo hut built beside it.
This was the pinnacle of power. No wonder everyone liked authority so much—it simply felt too good.
Chen Zhibao sat upright on horseback with a spear in one hand, his expression cold and stern as he headed unhurriedly toward Qizhou City.
If I were you, I definitely wouldn't die. So what if father didn't love you, mother played favorites, and when you were five months old, they sent you back to grandmother's house in the countryside just so they could have your dragon-and-phoenix twin younger siblings? Then we'll just stay in the countryside. Isn't living the same wherever you are?
If one did not inspect it carefully, it would probably wash away with a rinse of water while bathing, leaving not the slightest trace behind.
On the road, Deputy Commander Wang introduced Yuan Qi to the situation in the palace. He did not know the specifics, only that in Xuanzheng Hall, the Crown Prince had controlled the entire scene. Even the Emperor sat on the throne like a quail, saying nothing and letting the Crown Prince run wild.
In a sense, he had it worse than Old Monster Sima. He took only two punches before dying completely and utterly.
Of course, there were also muddleheads like Liao Guangyi. He had two wives, and