Zhongshan Weisun slammed heavily into the ground. Cracks like a spider web spread across the earth, centered on his spine.
Huang Sheli was truly enraged.
She could laugh and joke, bicker and fool around. She could ignore rank, status, high and low—none of that mattered to her. But she could not accept deception, could not tolerate being used.
Zhongshan Weisun had exploited Huang Sheli's trust, tricking her into coming to the Southern Regions to lend her support to his personal affairs!
For a local delicacy, for scenery unavailable anywhere else, flying thousands or tens of thousands of miles was nothing unusual for scions of great clans at their level.
One aspect of power and status was "doing as one pleased."
She had considered that Zhongshan Weisun might have ulterior motives, but she had not expected him to be so foolish—to go this far for a friend so distant, in the Southern Regions.
Chu Kingdom was conducting business in the Southern Regions, yet Zhongshan Weisun, a man of Jing State, had come running over to interfere—and had even coaxed both her and Jiang Wang here!
Was Long Boji his friend, but she, Huang Sheli, was not? Was Jiang Wang somehow not?
She and Jiang Wang had gone to the Border Wasteland to execute demons. They had not been sightseeing; they had truly tied their heads to their belts, risking life and death in pursuit of a True Demon—at any time, they might have had to face a Heavenly Demon.
Every moment in the Border Wasteland, they had kept their nerves taut and dared not relax in the slightest. Though they had not truly encountered a Heavenly Demon, the drain on their minds and spirits over the past few days was plain enough. Yet they had still accepted Zhongshan Weisun's invitation, even