Zhu Zhuqing's Longing

As for that noisy Pinocchio?

Levin only wanted to stay as far away from him as possible.

He just hoped the guy would not cause any more trouble, or that one day his Lying Puppet Martial Soul would malfunction on the spot from telling too many lies—though he knew that was impossible.

The teacher on the podium continued the lesson. Levin gathered his thoughts and refocused on the class.

His goal in coming to this world was to grow stronger until he stood at the pinnacle. He had no time to waste on boring people or trivial matters.

Night fell, and the towering silhouette of Star Luo Imperial City appeared even more solemn and oppressive beneath the sparse stars and cold moon.

Zhu Zhuqing's slender figure blended into the heavy darkness as she silently returned to the Zhu Residence.

High walls and deep courtyards, strict rules—every brick and stone here was steeped in the Star Luo Empire's distinctive coldness and cruelty.

She was used to entering through the side gate, used to concealing her aura and minimizing her presence as much as possible, like a wary kitten struggling to survive at the edge of a predator's territory.

Yet tonight's encounter seemed unavoidable.

She had just passed through a corridor when a figure ahead, where the lantern light was brighter, happened to turn around.

It was a girl several years older than her, with an already graceful, curvaceous figure. She wore luxurious purple combat attire that outlined mature curves unfitting for her age.

Her appearance was sixty or seventy percent similar to Zhu Zhuqing's. She had inherited the Zhu Clan's fine genes as well: black hair, black eyes, and pretty features.

But the eyes she turned toward Zhu Zhuqing held none of the warmth sisters should have shared. There was