When Cixian had just stepped into the outer formation space, everything appeared normal. The researchers were busy carrying out their respective tasks, while the Three Paths Amado stood in the middle of the area, apparently there to welcome them.
"Amado, how is that project progressing?" Cixian asked unhurriedly. "Has your daughter's clone been successfully cultivated?"
"Ah, there are still quite a few issues to resolve," Amado sighed theatrically. "You know that,
"What's wrong?" Long Shaoyan suddenly felt Helan Yao's body rapidly grow cold. He quickly seized her wrist to take her pulse, but after checking it, a somber smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
After reaching an open area outside, Wu Chen entrusted Ling Tian to Song Nan's protection. All seventy men stood guard before Old Master Ling, forming a protective wall.
The masked man had barely finished shouting when a katana chopped straight into his shoulder. The blade lodged in flesh, and his attacker could not pull it free for the moment. Panicking, the attacker forgot to let go and was kicked squarely in the chest by the masked man, spraying blood from his mouth as he flew four or five meters away.
"Let's go. The prince is frail and sickly, so he did not come. He is only waiting to receive you at the prince's residence." Helan Qingyuan summoned two old women to support Helan Yao toward the main gate.
Though he was the crown prince's close attendant, Su Ruhui's status was still far above his. She merely gave him a smile for the crown prince's sake, then turned to exchange a few polite words before resuming her discussion with Princess Dan Zhu about this winter's fashionable attire. Sun Xuan could only retreat behind the crown prince.
"Since that is the case, why insist on questioning