Beautiful times were happy, yet brief.
The moment he thought of the Female Emperor, whose might loomed over Tianxuan, being fiercely pinned beneath him, Lin Heng had an endless ox-strength surging through him.
High towers and ancient attics stood amid vast, ethereal immortal mist.
If one observed closely, even the entire building itself was trembling faintly.
As for why it was shaking, the reason was far too complicated...
As everyone knew, mortise-and-tenon joints were a stable structure!
Every forceful separation brought tremendously destructive tremors.
With one shake, nearly two days passed.
Murong Ziyan, waiting on the outskirts, was filled with confusion.
"Strange, wasn't the Supreme going to anger Dream Salted Fish!"
"Why has no one come out after so long?"
Looking at the attic before her, sealed off by restrictions, Murong Ziyan fell into thought.
In her mind, she could not help imagining the Female Emperor being bullied by Lin Heng.
But very quickly, she shook her head... impossible! Absolutely impossible!
It had to be that the Female Emperor had flown into a towering rage and was interrogating the Show-off.
That master-and-disciple pair, Meng Yutong and Lin Heng, felt uncomfortable all over if they went a day without a beating. They should have been punished ruthlessly long ago.
Since there was no movement from the Supreme's side, she might as well keep going to Dragon Cliff Mountain to watch the excitement.
Murong Ziyan turned and left, her figure gradually receding into the distance.
At the same time, on the highest floor at the top of the ancient attic.
Inside the quiet little room, wonderful sounds kept drifting out, like a drumming game of passing flowers, rhythmic yet pausing.
Jiang Jingyi braced both hands on the railing before the wooden post and looked through the window into the distance with