After Fang Qingyun died, True Person Fengqi fled the continent. Cao Zhi and the others knew Chen Sanshi would soon descend upon the capital, and by then, no one would be able to stop him.
Thus, they had no choice but to abandon everything, leave Great Sheng, and seek refuge at the Guiyuan Sect on the Tianshui Continent.
For more than ten years, Cao Zhi and the others cultivated in closed-door seclusion while continuously gathering news from the Eastern Continent.
Not long after Great Han was founded, it began an almost exterminatory slaughter of the Cao imperial clan from the previous dynasty.
Before he could think it through, Madam Zhu seized the moment when neither of them was paying attention and barged straight into the classroom.
Under the light of the approaching torch, Zhang Qing's pupils had already scattered. Clearly, he could no longer see anything. Whether he had heard Captain Cui's words or not, his expression was savage and twisted, evidently in immense pain. His throat, bubbling with bloody foam, could only produce gurgling sounds.
"Bring chairs for Uncle Mo and Uncle Che. Let them sit while we talk," Yan Zhenzhen said. Siyun, Uncle Mo, and Uncle Che all kept saying that she was their leader, yet Siyun clearly listened more to Uncle Mo and Uncle Che. She simply could not make sense of it.
Amid the grand welcome, Madam Henrietta walked gracefully before her children and grandchildren under everyone's watchful gaze.
Jun Yehan smiled faintly and seemingly casually glanced at her as well, indicating that he had received her gratitude.
"Spoiling my sister isn't my fault. At the very least, one was willing to strike and the other willing to take it. I just don't know what kind of constitution you have," Wang Xuanyu said with a roguish