Talking too much came at a price.
Yes, memories were an advantage, but also a disadvantage. Used poorly, they could come back to bite him.
Desperate to escape his predicament, Ghost-Headed Saber had constantly been trying to salvage things, which had distorted his behavior in many situations. But he had no choice. He wanted to compete, and he had to obtain the Supreme Treasure and inheritance his father had left behind. If he could not break out of this predicament, he would be out of the running.
In short, under these circumstances, even the White Python's apparent affection for him had become suspicious.
But thinking it over, all of this had started with that shameless bastard Prince Huai. If he hadn't framed me, if he hadn't pulled off his face covering, how could I have ended up in such a passive position?!
Yes, Ghost-Headed Saber had already decided that the bastard he had briefly fought in the Family Compound had to be Prince Huai.
He would have to be extremely careful from now on, because he was currently the only Supernatural Ability User in this Secret Realm subject to a death penalty. One wrong step really would mean curtains.
And the one who killed him might very well be his own father.
O boundless Firmament, fuck my life!
Outside the Pure Water Pool.
Big Fat Dragon, who had come with Ren Ye, was just about to head inside when the steward spoke first. "Stay here and wait."
Though inwardly indignant, Big Fat Dragon still smiled. "If the Witch Lord calls for me, please let me know, Master Steward."
"Heh, all right." The steward answered readily, then led Ren Ye inside.
A cold breeze brushed through the night, and moonlight bathed the earth.
Walking over the bluestone slabs, Ren Ye