His "seriously ill" and somewhat mentally unstable wife.
"Why did you come down again? You need to rest and recuperate now."
The woman was wrapped in a thick shawl, and no emotion could be seen on her bandage-covered face. Her frail body leaned against the wall beside her.
Yet her gaze could not help drifting toward the Fire Calamity Fruit placed in the center of the underground vault, a flicker of barely concealed fervor and greed passing through the depths of her eyes.
"I couldn't sleep. How is Ying'er doing now?"
The fake Jiang Feng—or rather, the Ghost Wife disguised as Jiang Feng—spoke with a touch of gentleness and just the right amount of concern.
"Sigh, that child just can't see reason for the moment. Keep her confined for a few days, and she'll be fine once this blows over."
Zhao Yulin sighed.
"But don't worry. The fruit will mature soon. When it does, it will definitely cure you, and our family can return to how things were."
"Mm, return to how things were."
A cryptic curve lifted at the Ghost Wife's lips, but her gaze was as cold as a viper's.
What she was really calculating was how to increase her own strength once the fruit matured.
Outside the estate, atop a high-rise apartment building several streets away, the view was broad and unobstructed.
Fu Ye and Ling Ling stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows, the curtains half drawn.
Fu Ye held no conspicuous observation equipment, yet a faint golden glow flowed deep within his pupils. His gaze seemed capable of piercing through distance and ordinary obstructions, taking in the energy flow and personnel distribution within the Zhao Clan estate.
Ling Ling stood beside him, her fingers flying over a tablet as she pulled up maps of Xibo City, information