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“The little shark?” Bai Fenglin’s mind was racing, “Is it the little one you entrusted me with the Danshu body deed?”

“Yes, yes! Do you still remember him?” Zhu Yan nodded, anxious, “That little brat has wandered off since that unrest and hasn’t come back…”

“A small shark is just a small shark, why should the Princess be so anxious?” Although Bai Fenglin forced himself to contain from being meddlesome, yet seeing her expression, he could not help but brag, “As long as he is still in this city, I will be able to find him for you sooner or later!”

“Really? Thank you, thank you…” Zhu Yan was overjoyed and nodded repeatedly, for the first time feeling that this obnoxious guy was becoming much more agreeable, “You… you can really find it back for me?”

“I will do my best for whatever the Princess demands.” Bai Fenglin was such a shrewd person that he immediately sensed the softening of her attitude and said solicitously, “Your Ladyship must be tired after running all the way here, right? Would you like to go to the residence for a cup of tea and have some rest?”

“I…” Zhu Yan was just about to open her mouth to refuse, when she heard him speaking again, “Now it’s the summer opening of the East and West Markets, and those merchants have just sent me the list of goods, many of which are newly caught sharks. Maybe the little one that the Princess is looking for is also in there!”

“Really?” Her heart fluttered and she was unable to move her feet again.

Yet just as she was undecided, a darkness appeared overhead and a fierce wind blasted through the air, making it impossible to keep her eyes open.

“The four-eyed bird!” Zhu Yan looked up and exclaimed in dismay.

A huge white bird flew from the Jialan Imperial Capital, crossed half of the Mirror Lake, hovered over Yecheng for a long time, and finally found her in the humble alley, and with a plunge it rushed down and grabbed her with one grip. Bai Fenglin subconsciously tried to stop it, but fortunately his eyes were quick-witted and he immediately recognized that it was Shi Ying’s divine bird. He hastily retracted his hand and watched as Chongming took Zhu Yan away, with a gloomy face.

Yes, throughout his life, everyone claimed that he was lucky to have gone from being the son of a concubine to becoming the heir apparent – but had anyone known that countless times when faced with what he really wanted, he could only restrict his hands?

Zhu Yan soared up in the clouds in a flash, unable to control her body, and uttered out of breath, “How did you… manage to find me here?”

The Chongming divine bird caught her in its mouth and flung her onto its back, cooed a few times, turned around and flew away, spreading its wings and returning towards the city in the center of the Mirror Lake, not daring to dwell for a moment.

“What?” Zhu Yan was shocked when she heard his words, “Da… Da Si Ming is dead?!”

There was a momentary blankness in her mind, she didn’t actually know how to express it.

That God-like, demon-like old man was actually dead? How could that be!… Not long ago, he was still warning her viciously, grasping her in a deadly grip, making her tremble and shiver like she was walking on thin ice – yet, in the blink of an eye, he was dead just like that?

Unbelievable. Who in the entire Wilderness could have possibly managed to murder the Grand Master?

As her thoughts were racing, she looked up and was suddenly shocked – it was daytime, and the daylight was shining on the land of Yunhuang. However, when she watched from the back of the Divine Bird, the sky and the earth shone with splendor, but the capital of the Jialan Empire was shrouded in darkness!

It was a huge dark shadow that was coming from the north and silently enveloped the heart of the Yunhuang Desert. The shadow was so vast that it almost reached the city of Yecheng, which was separated from the Capital by the Mirror Lake, to become cloudy.

The top of the White Tower of Jialan emerged into the shadow and was no longer visible.

The dark and evil aura was so intense that it was hardly possible to breathe. Zhu Yan just took a glance at it, and her heart sank violently, an extremely ominous sense of foreboding instantly gushing out…

“Master!” In that moment, she could not help but shout out in fright!

Under the waters of Yecheng, there was a dark and sharp current that rolled soundlessly, sliding rapidly under the ditch where Zhu Yan remained a few moments ago. In the water there was a thin child, covered in wounds, floating and sinking with the water, diving from underneath to the vast Mirror Lake, running towards a new path of his life.

The child was clutching a small puppet made of his identical twin in his hands, and his blank eyes were as expressionless as those of the puppet. At this moment, he was so tired and lonely that all he wanted was to leave this world and take a long sleep – a sleep without dreams, where he could forget the slavers who persecuted him, the people who used him, and the “sister” who had abandoned him.

From then on, he just wanted to be left alone and not allow anyone to approach him or harm him.

The child dived under the water and soon left Yecheng, drifting with the flow of the stream. He was unaware of what was happening on the ground above his head, or that somebody else has been there to search for him and stood in place for a while and has just left – the paper crane fell with a splash onto the water, moistening and turning into fragmented paper.

The paper dispersed into the water and flushed over the child’s side, unknowingly and silently.

As interlaced trajectories of fate.

As the dark shadows from the north descended, shrieks of alarm spread from all parts of the Jialan Imperial Capital, reaching several inner palaces. Even the Great Steward of the Imperial Household, who was always calm and steady, could not help but rush into the Purple Palace, however, before he could speak, Shi Ying, who was sitting on the throne, raised his hand slightly and stopped him from inquiring.

“I know.” The new ruler of Kongsang’s expression was solemn as he gazed at the fierce aura approaching from the north, “The six Kings have not even arrived yet, I wasn’t expecting Him to be here so quickly – crossing half of the Yunhuang, and it only took a night and a morning.”

He? Who was He?

The Head Steward of the Inner Palace was shocked when he heard him speaking again in a whisper, “When the Shadow Warriors have arrived later, tell them that they do not have to come here to the Temple – there is not much use for them to come. Better to just set up a barrier near the Nine Gates to protect the people so that no innocent ones get harmed.”

“Yes.” The Head Steward received his orders, but in his heart, he was in shock.

The Shadow Warriors were the elite of the Primus Army and had never been defeated in the Yunhuang Wasteland, yet His Highness was saying that they were “of no great use”? Who is this “He”?

“You must spread the order for the Imperial Cavalry to immediately set up defensive barriers inside and outside the Purple Palace to protect all the people in the Palace.” Shi Ying was pondering with a grave face, and after a pause, he added, “When Ah-Yan… Princess Zhu Yan arrives, have her immediately come to me at the temple at the top of the Tower.”

“Yes.” The Head Steward nodded and received the command.

“When the Six Kings are here, you tell them to be well prepared for all the eventualities,” Shi Ying mused, slowly, “Maybe, this time, we will have to open the Colorless City.”

What? Open the Colorless City? In that instant, the Head Steward of the Inner Palace finally couldn’t help but raise his head in shock.

Will the legendary city of the underworld be opened today?

This mythical city, built 7,000 years ago by the Empress Bai Wei, the founder of Kongsang, is located directly beneath the Imperial Capital of Jialan, as a mirror image of the city: above the ground, Jialan is the city of the living, while under the waters, the Colorless City is a place of nothingness reserved for the spirits of the dead.

When Empress Bai Wei founded the city, she left a prophecy that the city has been built as a “refuge in the event of the destruction of Kongsang a thousand years later” and that the blood of the Six Kings must be sacrificed at the same time to open it. Seven thousand years have passed, and the city has never been opened, despite the rise and fall of many empresses of Kongsang.

Could it be that today, it has actually reached the final hurdle?

“But,” Shi Ying reflected for a moment and shook his head, “now that the Six Kings are lacking the Green King, I’m afraid it may not be possible to succeed – you go and find me Qing Gang, the former commander of the Primus Army. Although he is not the heir of the Green Clan, he is still a direct descendant.”

“Aye.” The Head Steward of the Inner Palace was in a state of intense awe.

“If, later on, you see the White Tower collapsing and I have not yet returned, then,” here, Shi Ying paused for a moment, and his expression turned intensely grave, “you shall order someone to escort Qing Gang along with the other kings, and kill them before they leave the Imperial Capital, collect their blood and go to the Heirloom Cauldron at the Jiuyi Divine Temple.”

“Yes!” The Head Steward of the Imperial Household trembled, daring not to delay and immediately retreated.

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