The man appeared without warning, then vanished as swiftly as lightning.
By the time Chen Zhilan came to his senses, he discovered that the brocade box in his arms was gone.
In other words, someone had snatched the Holy Envoy Token right out of his hands.
How could he let that stand?
Although Chen Zhilan strongly suspected that the token was why he still had no children, and had been thinking of taking this opportunity to replace it, he had never imagined that someone would one day steal it right under his nose.
Chen Zhilan wanted to call for someone to give chase, but his mouth seemed to have been blocked by something. He could not get a single word out.
By the time he ran outside himself, the man who had snatched the brocade box was long gone.
The token really had been stolen!
Chen Zhilan could not even imagine what consequences this would bring.
He merely felt a single thought circling endlessly in his mind: It's over. Everything is over.
Chen Zhilan's vision went black. His body tilted, and he collapsed.
Meanwhile, Yang Qing and the others received an unexpected visitor.
The man wore a blue-green robe, his ink-black hair falling down his back, tied with nothing more than a simple strip of cloth. His eyes were like a pair of translucent agates; catching the light from outside the inn, they shone like gemstones.
His entire figure was bathed in a halo of sunlight, as though he had arrived treading upon divine radiance, ethereal as an immortal and extraordinary in bearing.
Such an exceptional figure appeared so abruptly in this utterly unremarkable little inn that all the guests were stunned.
Naturally, he also drew the attention of Yang Qing and the others.
Yang Qing had a feeling that