She was going to find Chu Lian'er and do everything possible to remove the seal on her.
Now that she had seen through the demon completely and knew his true thoughts, she no longer needed to let her imagination run wild or take the needless step of testing him.
From now on, the great road stretched beneath the heavens, and each would go their own way!
The rain was still falling. Beneath that hazy drizzle, Guan Qinghan walked farther and farther away, her slender figure revealing boundless desolation and sorrow.
On Chang'an Street.
Fang Yang and the Female Emperor walked side by side.
Fang Yang looked calm, as unruffled as ever, while the Female Emperor seemed lost in thought, gazing in the direction Guan Qinghan had left and continually pondering her.
As the Female Emperor of the Tang Kingdom, her discernment was naturally beyond that of ordinary people.
Thus, she could easily tell that Guan Qinghan was anything but ordinary. Someone like that had suddenly appeared on Chang'an Street and suddenly passed by her.
There had to be some scheme behind it, rather than an unintentional act.
Then who exactly was that stunning woman who seemed to have stepped out of a painting? And what did she want to do?
She pondered for a long time without finding an answer. Finally, she glanced at Fang Yang and discovered that his gaze rested on a distant brothel.
It was White Jade Tower, the most luxurious establishment in the Tang Kingdom, where every woman was an exceptional beauty.
She had heard that many cultivators and young masters of distinguished status often liked to spend the night at White Cloud Pavilion.
She had intended to ask whether the demon knew that stunning woman from earlier. Now, seeing his behavior, her expression instantly