After saying all that, the Netherworld Duke did not linger. He turned and left, leaving the space to Zhu Zhuqing.
He had made his point; anything more would seem too deliberate.
Little Zhu Zhuqing remained silent.
The Netherworld Duke would probably be disappointed.
Even after learning Pei An's identity, Zhu Zhuqing had not considered relying on him to escape her fate.
Was Big Brother in white the Pope of Spirit Hall, someone even Father and His Majesty had to treat with deference...
Little Zhu Zhuqing sat there in a daze, yet she was not overly surprised.
That handsome face, as ethereal as an immortal's, quietly surfaced in her mind.
"Of course... Only the most noble identity in this world is worthy of Big Brother..."
Little Zhu Zhuqing clenched her pink fists.
Another goal quietly arose in her heart.
Besides escaping this damned fate, she also wanted to go to Spirit Hall and find Big Brother.
She rose from the swing and returned to her room, where she sat cross-legged to cultivate.
Pei An did not remain in Star Luo City for long.
After spending two days playing there with Ning Rongrong and touring nearly all of Star Luo City, the two set off for Spirit City.
Upon receiving the news, the Star Luo Emperor let out a long sigh of relief.
Over the past two days, he had been on edge, terrified that Pei An, that "madman," would charge into the imperial palace.
For that reason, he had dispatched even more troops to the already heavily guarded palace and forcibly summoned several Star Luo Empire "trump cards" who had been in secluded cultivation.
He had even remained inseparable from the Star Luo Empress, whom he had not shared a bed with for many years, all so that the Hell