The only way to reach dawn was to endure ten hours of darkness.
Now, the morning glow had broken through, and the darkness had receded.
At last, the sky had brightened.
The sun rose as usual.
After the storm, Profound Candle Prefecture was filled with a fresh scent. The cool sea breeze blew gently, smoothing away all discontent.
Perhaps some people had disappeared, but the things they loved would continue forever.
This residence, abandoned for many days, welcomed its mistress once more.
Tap, tap.
After crossing the courtyard and arriving at the bedroom door, Mu Qingmei had just raised her hand to knock when her body stopped involuntarily. An inexplicable nervousness gripped her heart like an invisible hand.
For one thing, she had not brought good news.
For another, she did not know how to face the person inside.
Before last night, she had always thought she was the strongest fighter in Profound Candle Prefecture. Although Duke Wanghai's residence had Mr. Tie, a martial artist of the Pinnacle Realm, she had never felt she needed to face them head-on. Besides, even the strongest martial artist was still human. As long as they were human, they could be defeated. She had never been afraid.
But when Mr. Tie came charging in, not only had she been unable to slow him down, even her ability to protect herself had depended on whether he possessed any Killing Intent.
A useless piece of trash.
A colossal piece of trash.
A steel-plated piece of trash.
Although Mu Qingmei had never boasted in front of them, the reason Yin Minghong had made her stay in the inner circle was because he had hoped she could protect their safety.
But she had been unable to do anything.
Instead, she had shamelessly survived.
The person who should not