67 Zhou Lei (1/2)
The skies darkened. In the Long Kingdom, mortals and cultivators alike knew that an inescapable storm was brewing. The rich, powerful citizens raced to the strongholds of sects. Desperate to avoid the foreseeable turmoil, the enormous blood bubble had resulted in chaos everywhere on the streets.
From the strongest amongst them, the top cultivators discerned that the root of the trouble was their new emperor, Chan Aiguo. The reason was simple. Utilizing their inhuman vision, the crimson light was sighted shooting out of the emperor's famous harem manor.
Besides Chan Aiguo, there was no one else in the Long Kingdom who could accomplish such a grand feat. The scale of the crimson bubble frightened even some Sect Masters.
Furthermore, discrimination against women was common in the Eastern World; however, prejudice was far less within the Long Kingdom. Thus, no one believed that a simple harem member was able to produce the astonishing sight.
Scrambling for courage, Chan Aiguo defyingly stared at the black-robed master. Puffing, his nostrils flared, ”What right do you have to question me, Fengge?”
”To lift the Secret Legion to the top, you've slaughtered innumerable lives!” Chan Aiguo's rearing voice resounded throughout the entire manor. Taking a deep breath, he continued with an elevated attitude, ”Think about yourself before taking the moral high ground!”
Meeting Aiguo's dilapidated pupils, a seamless light flickered across Feng Hui's pupils. Indeed, there were no lies in his opposition's words. Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please clickfor visiting.
In order to save the hundreds of lives that Feng Hui had taken under his wing, he had shown no compassion in the face of his adversaries. An indifferent, cold-blooded killer was hiding beneath the signature black robe of the Secret Legion's master.
While Feng Hui was silently holding down the hydra-attired devil, a meek, agitated beauty cried out.
”Brother Fengge, you've never hurt others except to save us, your friends!” Lifting herself up, Que Nuying whimpered. ”When I first met Brother Fengge, I had thought that you were like everyone else: a simple man attracted to beautiful girls and treasure.”
Countless nostalgic memories bubbled up. Starting from the time that Que Nuying had first seen his overwhelming talent…
Even now, the calm, cold gaze of the juvenile Feng Hui was crystal clear. From their first meeting, the memorable dark shadow that blitzed across the hotpot restaurant, taking down all her harassers before she could even blink.
To the time that he had comforted her sorrows throughout the night. Back then, she had managed to catch a beautiful reminiscent shine pass through the handsome prince's eyes.
The sight made her realize that the infamous, unwanted prince was just like her, an everyday child longing for familial love. As an orphan, it was also her dream to have a family.
Maybe that single night had led her to fall hopelessly in love with the infamous prince. Overflowing with beautiful memories, Que Nuying shouted, ”But I was wrong. We all were! Big Brother Fengge doesn't care about what's on the surface.”
”Beneath your indifferent complexion, I didn't see the merciless devil that I had expected.” For Que Nuying, she knew that the secluded prince would never betray them, and he had helped them whenever possible.
There was just one thing Feng Hui could never give them: his true, heartfelt love. Before coming under his protection, the entire Secret Legion had known this, and their statuses had also soared as a result of joining.
Rising up, Que Nuying's knees trembled. Feeling the love of her life's difficult gaze, she blushed. Over time, she had forgotten about everything their Secret Legion had gone through together.