Princess Xinjiang, her face concealed beneath a scarf, strode anxiously into the restaurant.Her sharp eyes swept across every corner, searching for anything suspicious. Her heart pounded as she tried to make sure no one had followed her.After confirming it was safe, she walked to the most secluded corner of the room and took a seat. Letting out a sigh of relief, she soon received the warm drink she had ordered.The restaurant was quiet, with only a few patrons minding their own business.Xinjiang slowly stirred her drink, her eyes never leaving the entrance.A few minutes later, a middle-aged man with a sturdy build entered. He scanned the room before his gaze met Xinjiang's."Uncle," Xinjiang greeted in a low voice, barely audible."Sit," the man instructed softly but firmly. He sat across from Xinjiang, looking directly into her eyes.Concern was hidden behind his stern gaze, along with an unspoken hope.Xinjiang, her eyes shimmering with disappointment, looked at Du Man, who sat

Song Que furrowed his brows, confusion etched across his face."The Du Clan?" he muttered softly, his voice seemingly carried away by the wind.He had never heard of such a clan, neither in the Shi Empire nor in the highly influential Wu Empire. A deep question stirred in his mind.Where does this Du Clan come from? And why have I never heard of it?Across from him, Du Man looked at him with an arrogant gaze, overflowing with confidence."You won't get the answer to that question unless you can defeat me," he said challengingly, a sneer decorating his lips.His strength made him fearless. Song Que's earlier failure to exploit his weaknesses had convinced Du Man that this opponent was not from the notoriously ruthless Main Continent.A faint smile appeared on Song Que's lips, his eyes gleaming sharply."If that's what you want, then I'll grant your wish," he replied in a low but confident voice."But don't expect to cry for mercy when you're no longer able to stand."Suddenly, Song Que

Meanwhile, in her dark chamber, Wu Xinjiang was haunted by overwhelming anxiety.Her heart pounded relentlessly as she waited for dawn, which seemed unwilling to arrive. Time itself felt as though it had slowed to a complete halt, refusing to move forward.Any attempt at cultivation had become impossible. She could no longer focus her mind or gather her energy.Her restlessness forced her onto the bed, wrapping herself in a blanket that seemed incapable of providing either warmth or comfort to her troubled soul.Her eyes remained wide open, staring into the dimly lit room where shadows appeared to dance across her vision, tormenting her with nightmares of Song Que's death—the very outcome Uncle Du Man had promised her.Yet Wu Xinjiang had no idea that, in reality, Song Que was still alive, while the uncle she expected to return with news of his death was imprisoned within an entirely different dimension.Unable to sleep, Wu Xinjiang eventually approached the window."Uncle Du, may you

A gleaming dagger appeared in Wu Xinjiang's hand, its shining blade announcing the deadly intent she was about to unleash.With a swift movement fueled by rage, she thrust the dagger directly toward Du Man's heart. Without a single word, the blade cut through the air with murderous intent, embodying years of resentment that had long been buried within her.Wu Xinjiang saw nothing but a trace of arrogance on the face of Du Man, a man who shared her bloodline.On the other side, Song Que merely smiled as he watched the two relatives become entangled in a deadly dance.However, at the critical moment, just as the tip of the dagger was about to pierce Du Man's chest, the man's eyes suddenly snapped open.His bound hand somehow broke free, and with astonishing reflexes, Du Man caught the blade with his bare hand.Although he no longer possessed his core energy, the blade sliced into his palm, and blood immediately began flowing from the wound. Even so, he desperately managed to stop the fa

Days passed under a suffocating weight of anxiety. With every passing moment, Song Que felt his heart beat faster as he waited for any sign from the Ming Empire that could determine the fate of everything. Under strict surveillance, he had dispatched his secret agents to monitor every corner of the Ming Imperial Palace, yet not a single suspicious movement had been discovered.“Hold your positions. Don’t let anyone become suspicious,” Song Que whispered through a versatile communication device. “Report immediately if there are any developments.”“Understood, Master. Nothing will escape my watch,” the spy replied with unwavering determination.Inside the magnificent imperial hall, tension grew heavier by the second. Seated upon the imperial throne with unquestionable authority, Song Que fixed a sharp gaze upon the envoys from the Qing Empire. Their footsteps halted before the throne as they stood upright, carrying an aura that was far from ordinary.One of them stepped forward confiden