How exactly would Thousand Kings Holy Tower treat her? Could they truly arrange everything for the Fu Clan as they had claimed?
Just as Fu Miaoling's mind wavered... Whoosh!
A figure suddenly dropped into her room. It was, of course, You Yao, the old woman from outside. She said coldly, "Don't think you're so lucky. The Mountain Lord has said that the men of the You Family will come punish you again."
As her words fell, Fu Miaoling's eyes turned icy, but she said nothing.
She believed that the Thousand Kings' black-clothed envoy would definitely appear before her again. Thousand Kings Holy Tower would surely settle her affairs—it only remained to see what terms they could offer.
At that moment, You Yao flashed away again. She was returning to Holy Artisan Mountain to report the mess that had happened tonight.
Meanwhile, Sikong Jing was led by the attendants into the outer hall, his gaze as dazed as Fu Miaoling's.
After listening to the Unstringed Melody all night, he seemed to have caught the true essence of spatial folding, yet it also seemed to have slipped through his fingers...
The people outside were still those from last night. The instant they saw Sikong Jing, every one of them looked at him strangely. They had all heard that this seventh-grade battle-body genius surnamed Shen had spent the entire night listening to music.
Naturally, some were ready to mock him on the spot, preparing to throw a few barbed remarks at Sikong Jing.
But before anyone could speak... Whoosh!
A flash of insight suddenly swept through Sikong Jing's mind. As though he had thought of something, he vanished from where he stood in a sudden blur, leaving the attendants and all the guests dumbfounded.
Then the attendants, the Holy Artisan Mountain experts, and