Breaking Through

Just as Long Qingmei was about to charge inside, Wang Xian grabbed her hand.

He said in a low voice, "Do you want to know what happened to Murong Wan'er?"

Boom! It was as if a bolt of lightning had struck her.

A moment ago, Long Qingmei had still been wondering what sort of mighty figure was inside the hall. Wang Xian's words jolted her back to her senses.

She clutched his hand tightly and asked, "Where is she? Is she alive? Or dead?"

Wang Xian replied coldly, "If you want to know what happened to her, go back to the imperial capital right now and wait for me at the Hundred Blossoms Pavilion."

He felt a little helpless as he said this.

He hadn't expected the emperor to ask him about some Buddhist mystery. As it happened, the story was among the ten volumes of scripture he had copied.

Even though he'd never considered joining the Buddhist path, copying those ten volumes had unknowingly etched some of their stories into his Divine Sea.

As it happened, he'd told the emperor one of those stories today.

Who could have known that three cups of spirit wine would spur the emperor's restless yearning for the Dao, bringing him to the brink of breaking through right here?

At a time like this, he couldn't let this madwoman stay by his side.

"What about you?"

When Long Qingmei heard that Wang Xian wanted to send her back to the imperial capital, she grew anxious. "I finally got my hands on you, and I haven't gotten a single benefit out of it yet. Now you're telling me to leave?"

At her words, Wang Xian was so angry that he broke free of her clutches.

He replied coldly, "My senior brother will also go to