Volume One, Chapter 92: Form Is Emptiness

The room was empty.

Only the three gilt incense burners were still dutifully exhaling their ambiguous pink smoke, and the cloyingly sweet aphrodisiac scent in the air was thick enough to make one nauseous.

The floor was strewn with shattered goblets and overturned documents, and the great bed was in disarray, but the man who should have been there, Bo Xingzhou, was nowhere to be found.

"What happened? Where is he?"

They had originally wanted to ask A-Xin for a few autographed photos to take back and hand out to everyone as gifts for attracting customers.

After some discussion, they finally decided to break out of the enemy encirclement. In the beginning they had been no weaker than the enemy force, but at this moment they had been utterly defeated, so thoroughly that nothing remained.

"Then tell me, if we go looking for him like this, will he believe us?" Yuan Sanye asked again.

At that thought, Hong Yugang instinctively looked toward Ri Cuntian. Ri Cuntian was also looking at him; when their eyes met, both saw the other's somewhat pale face.

The things around them seemed faintly familiar. When had he last come here? He could no longer remember.

"This South Sea stone belongs to me," the servant, whose master had originally been flung away by Yaya, could not help saying at last.

On the other side of the living room, Nangong Jinghong and Fu Dianchen, seeing this scene, hurried over as well.

As soon as I opened it, I could smell chocolate. It seemed the purity really was high; it must be delicious. That was my first impression.

Hearing this, Li Hongtao quickly called emergency services, explained the situation, and then came over to help Liu Shengqiang.

But how could they possibly know that the People's Liberation Army 66-model 152-millimeter cannon-howitzer summoned by Ouyang came from the firearms of Earth after 1966? Its level of advancement far surpassed the current technological standard of Blue Star.

The real Zhou Min was still locked in the secret chamber. The guard, having torn off the human-skin disguise, knelt on both knees before Zhou Mingmu. "Go to the secret chamber at once. No matter what means you use, you must pry from her the whereabouts of the other half of the antidote." With a blank expression, he issued the order. The guard accepted it respectfully and withdrew.

"The black-clad assassin who attacked Princess Ping'an that day belonged to an assassination organization within the territory of the Shu Kingdom. The origins of this organization are unknown. When this servant attempted to investigate further, the effort was inexplicably blocked by some force, and I could gain no more." The old eunuch immediately bent low and answered respectfully.

The visitor entered the room. Slightly stooped, yet undeniably sturdy, he carried a distinctive bearing in the afterglow of sunset.

In the end, the night passed safely. Just as Yin Shengzhi had expected, the apprentice's inexplicable death had shocked everyone. With no one able to uncover Yin Shengzhi's background, no one dared come after him again.

Silver-white armor—that was the uniform of the imperial guard in the capital. Among all the Northern Abyss Kingdom, only one person could command the imperial guard: the reigning emperor, Jun Yuyi.

Perhaps provoked by the thunder, Mu Zhiqing, who had been frozen stiff a moment before, actually came back to her senses.

The manner was truly confident and graceful. It was the first time they had seen such affected poise, and fearing embarrassment, they hastily copied him.

These morning phone calls were nothing more than the final efforts and attempts of some familiar friends.

After all, even the sages could look straight into the soul and see only Luo Ye's wish to go home. So whatever the reason behind it was, it no longer mattered.

The thirty billion valuation of these stamps was, in truth, only theoretical. If Zhang Shaojie were to sell off large batches of monkey stamps in the future, he might not necessarily be able to cash out that much.

High above, a divine eagle cried out clear and piercingly, then wheeled once before flying toward Cang Mountain. In an instant, it vanished into the pale jade clouds that stretched for more than ten miles over the mountain range.