In the little garden.
Zhu Zhuqing sat gloomily on her hanging chair, worrying over what she should do. What she had seen in yesterday's dream might not necessarily be real, yet she had an intense, vivid feeling that it was, as if it had truly happened.
Reality clearly told her it had only been a dream, but her awareness told her it was real. And she vaguely remembered that a few days ago, when she had been crying her heart out, she really had seemed to hear a faint sound elsewhere—and her intuition told her that sound had been her older sister Zhu Zhuyun's sobbing.
That made her even more certain it was true. Still, she needed something to prove it. But right now she could not think of any good method, and for a moment she was stuck in difficulty.
Meanwhile, Feng Xiao, the other half who had created that dream, was cheerfully lying in the Mobile Villa, leisurely eating breakfast. Last night's dream had been something he had carefully crafted, and the result had achieved exactly the effect he wanted.
"Feng Yu, do you think we should just destroy the entire Star Luo Empire outright?"
Hearing Feng Xiao's words, Feng Yu, who was drinking off to the side, said calmly, "As long as you give the order, these people will not live past three breaths, no matter who they are."
Feng Yu's words were simple and blunt. With his current strength as a half-step God King, sweeping through a mortal empire would be far too easy. But, well, Feng Xiao was only saying it for now. Things had not reached that point yet. If they really did, he would not mind letting Feng Yu wipe out that disgusting Star Luo imperial family.
Before that, however, he had to