Taking the room card from Xie Lingxi, Zhang Yuanqing arrived outside the presidential suite and swiped the door open.
"Beep beep!"
After the prompt sounded, he turned the handle and entered the room.
The lavishly furnished living room was empty. Zhang Yuanqing looked around and called, "Palace Master?"
A clear, pleasant voice came from the bedroom, carrying a trace of weakness. "Inside."
Zhang Yuanqing immediately crossed the living room and pushed open the master bedroom door. There was a small sitting room within the master bedroom, and only after passing through it did he see the Stop-Killing Palace Master reclining on a chaise lounge by the window.
She was still dressed in an ancient-style red gown, with cloud patterns embroidered in gold thread across her chest, sleeves, and hem. Lying sideways on the soft lounge, she propped her head up with an arm as white as snow.
Her beautiful eyes beneath the silver mask silently watched him enter.
What a beautiful figure. I wonder what kind of face lies beneath that mask. Zhang Yuanqing's gaze casually swept over the pair of delicate bare feet exposed beneath her skirt.
She was a woman who did not like wearing shoes.
"I heard the Palace Master wanted to see me about something?" Zhang Yuanqing sat down at a desk not far from the chaise lounge.
The Stop-Killing Palace Master narrowed her eyes and smiled.
"I was wounded by a Heavenly King of the Lord of Weapons Cult. I won't recover anytime soon, and the enemy has followed me to Songhai. I have to find a way to protect myself. So, I need you!"
A Heavenly King of the Lord of Weapons Cult had actually come after her to Songhai? Zhang Yuanqing's heart tightened. Then, hearing the latter half of her words, he froze