Giant Boulder

Chu Zhiyuan glanced at the two of them.

The muscles in their faces twisted, as though earthworms were wriggling beneath their skin.

"Imperial Son-in-Law." Lan Mingxuan's voice remained unhurried.

Though he was struggling greatly, he still maintained his composure.

Chu Zhiyuan first focused his senses to check for danger, then smiled. "Many thanks. Then I'll go in."

"Please, Imperial Son-in-Law."

"Farewell."

Chu Zhiyuan stepped through the light gate.

The light gate immediately flared, then vanished.

Bang! Bang!

Lan Mingxuan and Wu Xun flew backward, spraying blood through the air before collapsing limply to the ground.

They lay sprawled beneath a giant boulder, leaning against it, panting heavily without moving.

White clouds drifted lazily, and a gentle breeze blew.

They stared blankly ahead, neither saying a word.

After a long while, Wu Xun's dry voice sounded. "Will he gain anything?"

"Difficult." Lan Mingxuan's voice was low as he said slowly, "Without the bloodline, it will all be for nothing."

"His comprehension is high. Seeing ancient spiritual creatures would greatly benefit his cultivation."

"That depends on his own ability. High comprehension is not always useful."

"Alas..." Wu Xun shook his head lightly. "I still feel this was not the proper way to handle it."

"It was already the most foolproof method." Lan Mingxuan sighed. "After all, he is the Imperial Son-in-Law, not merely Yujing's Ninth Prince. If we touch him, all the imperial relatives will be displeased."

When the rabbit died, the fox grieved; it was inevitable.

All the imperial relatives would be unable to stop themselves from wondering whether Fengtian Palace would deal with them the same way if it were them.

That would make them utterly disgusted with Fengtian Palace.

"A veil of mystery hangs over him. If we rashly send him into Tongling Pavilion, perhaps he truly can obtain