"Ah..."
After standing there for quite a while, Duanmu Chun let out an exceedingly helpless sigh. Somewhat dazed and lost, he turned and left. He understood Tyrant Lotus Venerable far too well—if things were truly as Sikong Jing had said, Tyrant Lotus Venerable would disregard everything and go to her death.
Just then, thud, thud, thud...
Heavy footsteps rang out as the little princess, who had long since become a maidservant at the Yao Residence, ran up to Duanmu Chun and said urgently, "Chief Duanmu, that old granny with inconvenient legs has suddenly disappeared. I don't know where she went."
Since Tyrant Lotus Venerable, disguised as an old woman, had been placed in the Yao Residence by Duanmu Chun himself, naturally they came looking for him.
At those words, Duanmu Chun snapped back to himself slightly and replied softly, "Don't worry. She probably got lost again."
With that, he quietly walked past the little princess, whose face was full of blank astonishment.
He was already thinking about how he and Sikong Jing would work together to hide the truth from Tyrant Lotus Venerable once she returned.
Meanwhile, Sikong Jing looked once more toward Chaos-Shaking City. He too said a few reassuring words to the little princess before rejoining the crowd's drinking and celebration. Everything could wait until Tyrant Lotus Venerable returned.
Half a day later, the first round of the weapon formation masters' contest at the Chaos-Shaking City Weapon Formation Masters Guild had officially begun.
But Chang Ao had no mood to pay attention to the competition. He had just received word that Sikong Jing had been captured by a terrifying woman at the peak of the Emperor Martial Stage, who claimed to be Tyrant Soul Venerable's old lover.
Sikong Jing had been taken by her beyond the grand