"East District... Zhao Residence?"
'Xue Qinghe' gazed at the backs of the people leaving and murmured those four words, her delicate brows drawing tightly together.
What residence had left Gu Rong injured?
What kind of terrifying being was hidden in a place that could make Bone Douluo suffer such a crushing defeat, and that Sword Douluo and Ning Fengzhi were so reluctant to discuss that they sternly warned her away from it?
Burdened with worries and intense curiosity, she returned to her East Palace.
In the study, candlelight flickered.
'Xue Qinghe' dismissed everyone else, leaving only She Long.
She asked in a low voice, "Elder She Long, did you see clearly what happened at the palace tonight? How exactly was Gu Rong injured? And what is this 'Zhao Residence'?"
She Long bowed and replied, "Young Master, I only saw the latter part of what happened."
"I was on guard in the shadows when I saw a streak of dark golden light hurtling at incredible speed from the eastern part of the city, heading straight for the area near His Majesty's bedchamber."
"When the light faded, Gu Rong was... was in that condition when he was thrown down. He landed not far in front of Emperor Xue Ye, who was just about to head to the rear palace."
He paused, still shaken. "If Xue Ye hadn't reacted quickly, recognized Gu Rong, and stopped the Soul Saint experts who rushed over to kill him as a suspected assassin—"
"Then, with Gu Rong's Soul Power dispersed, his severe injuries, and... his clothes in tatters, he might really have died there without anyone knowing what happened."
"As for what happened before that, why Gu Rong was injured, and how he was captured, I truly know nothing."
"That dark golden light was moving too