Breaking Shackles

Leng Yaozhu's gaze fell on her own wrist, where that dark red chain rested quietly against her fair skin like a sleeping snake.

The material of the chain was neither gold nor jade, forged by Leng Yulai with the soul power of the dark phoenix, its two ends vanishing into the void to firmly trap her in this room.

The chain could retract, hanging loosely at the moment to give her enough range of motion to review documents, yet it also served as a silent warning that she could only stay right here.

What if she proposed leaving this room?

No, not just leaving the room.

To reclaim her right to speak, she had to go meet the people from the Federation Technical Committee in person, had to go to the core council chamber of the Spirit Pagoda, and perhaps even had to go to the parliament building in Mingdu.

This meant she had to leave the Spirit Transmission Tower Headquarters, leave this room, and leave the sight of Leng Yulai.

A dull pain throbbed at Leng Yaozhu's temples, and she could almost picture the scene.

The moment she uttered the four words "I want to go out," Leng Yulai's pair of originally clear eyes would be swallowed by darkness in an instant, two paranoid, dark flames igniting in the depths of her gaze.

She would use that breezy tone, as if she were talking about how the weather was nice today, and say, "Since those old things like pointing fingers and meddling so much, why not just kill them all?"

"That way, Sister won't need to go out and can stay here with me forever, how does that sound?"

Leng Yaozhu closed her eyes for a moment; this was no mere conjecture.

The last time the Leng Family sent