For Xiao Wu, who had trusted Tang San unconditionally and relied on him since childhood, this discovery dealt the heaviest blow of all.
The pretty rabbit ears atop Xiao Wu's head drooped, and her dejection was plain to see...
Zhu Zhuqing was shocked too, but her naturally cool temperament kept her from showing much. After meeting a prince like Dai Mubai, she felt there was nothing she couldn't accept.
I'm a warrior, not much of a talker.
As a daughter of the Star Luo Zhu Family's main line, Zhu Zhuqing leaned toward the conservative beliefs of women in ancient times. Accepting all her lord's flaws without question was, to her, the way a woman survived.
As long as he could help her grow stronger, she didn't care who this lord was or what wrongs he had committed...
Ning Rongrong gently took Xiao Wu's hand and smiled. She hoped Xiao Wu would pull herself together soon.
She had long since accepted what she had read in Qin Moyu's diary... Whatever Tang San's true nature, it drew little reaction from her.
If she hadn't needed a reason to persuade her father to cancel the Hidden Weapon business, Ning Rongrong would have returned to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect at once and urged him to cut all ties with Tang San...
Ning Tian's message in the Diary Copy weighed especially heavily on Ning Rongrong's heart.
Ten thousand years. A full ten thousand years. She couldn't imagine the despair of it. How had the Ning family's descendants, the disciples of the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, endured all that time?
And even if they could endure it, what about another ten thousand years?
Without the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda, how could the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect withstand the tide of the