King Guewen

The stars blazed overhead, and the silver moon cast its pale light across the King's Road; the night was still, with shrubs swaying gently in the wind on either side.

A beautiful nightingale perched on a branch, its head tilted toward the scattered pebbles on the road. Suddenly, the pebbles began to jump. The earth trembled, and a rapid rumble came from afar.

The nightingale knew that sound: galloping horses. If a horse struck it, it would die. Alarmed, it cried out and flew toward the shrubs it knew so well.

Crunch— Instead, it struck a thorn hidden among them.

The rough thorn pierced the nightingale's throat and destroyed its left eye. It would never sing again. Scarlet drops slid down the green stem and fell to the ground, one by one.

The next moment, hooves thundered past.

A dry, cold wind struck Xia Lun's face, as though it might freeze the skin right off him. He paid it no mind. He was thinking about what to say next.

The Forgotten Saint was undoubtedly an extremely dangerous enemy. Though Xia Lun now held the authority granted by the Flesh Planet, he still needed to gather as much help as possible.

The strongest person in the New Royal Capital was undoubtedly the King. The problem was that Xia Lun did not know where he stood. If the King trusted the Oracle Prophet deeply, speaking rashly could put Xia Lun at a disadvantage. He first needed to draw out what Guiweite knew about their relationship.

Fortunately, he and Guiweite had been through life and death together. The Chief Knight had no reason to guard against him, so in theory, he could easily get the information he wanted through a few casual questions.

Before he could speak, however, Guiweite spoke in her muffled