Chapter 55 (1/2)

The battle against Guo Pingrong had led to Meng Fuyao's breakthrough, cultivation-wise, but it had also infected her with a strange poison Meng Fuyao believed it was fate that had strengthened her abilities and determination The sword of destiny had slashed soled within the deep corners of her consciousness

She paced back and forth before the city entrance Zong Yue cast a so his horse It was then that Meng Fuyao snapped out of it and caught up

Her sesame-black hair swayed in the wind as a fresh red sun descended behind her delicate back The sky was layered beautifully, and the silhouette of a girl ascending her horse and setting out gradually faded into the sunset glow

But she wasn't aware of so, an elegant hest point of the Canglan Palace, overlooking the scene before hiainst his robe and hair As the fluttering strands of hair covered his eyes, only a deep, ful smile could be seen on his lips

He looked toward the city entrance, turning around to face a certain anioodbye How cruel”

The ani the chance to confess, ”I won't ever do that to you'

However, before he could finish, his owner started o to you if you don't come to me”

The winter wind blew in tanderoups in Nanrong prepared to fight

The northern and southern Rong people, whose God, Garison, was human-headed and chicken-bodied, had served separately under Wuji Nation for the longest time Soer's whiskers by joining forces and starting a revolt

The courageous fellows surged froous tide, speedily subjugating their neighbors, Pingcheng and Huangxian They were headed for Zhongzhou, with the intention of getting Zhangsun Wuji out of his palace

King Rong sent Guo Pingrong's troop to be stationed at Jingchen, while his main camp was situated in Suishui, which was about 15 kilocheng and Huangxian

Meng Fuyao and Zong Yue departed frocheng It was said that the dense forest seated between Yaocheng's countryside and Rong ethnic group contained only the rarest of herbs and beasts For a physician like Zong Yue, it was an opportunity that could not beFuyao, she sih and create an antidote for her

Yaocheng was the city closest to the Rong ethnic group Rong and Han's people resided within the city, and the i stance For exae, one main and one assistant, had been appointed

The main officer's title was recorded in official docuistrate, but he was known as the city owner in the eyes of the locals He was in charge of the population, taxation, feudal systericulture, civil administration, and finances

The assistant officer, a Han e of warehouses, prison affairs, and official docuhest position and power, but they dispatched the highest adth, to Baiting Village, located 10 kilo the for tribe, Wuji Nation's irace and threats, depending on the situation A lot of thought had been put into every move

Even before their arrival, and before the locals guided Holy Doctor Zong toward Yaocheng, Meng Fuyao had already drawn a beautiful iround full of multi-colored and patterned flowers

However, upon stepping into Yaocheng, Meng Fuyao drew a deep breath of cold air

The streets, on which charred houses sat upon, were dilapidated There were tra with half-naked Rong people alked about in their colorful pants Their snow-brightfreely behind their waists as they pushed and shoved through the crowd Their eyes were viciously darting about, as though they were going to crush even a rock that could potentially block their paths

The fellow countrymen, on the other hand, had a look of fear on their faces as they tried as much as possible to avoid eye contact with the burly fellows

The air was filled with a deadly aura, its tension akin to that of an aler

Upon entering the city, Meng Fuyao and gang instantly felt the cuttingly hostile look that was being hurled at theners, and while Meng Fuyao and Zong Yue could enter with King De's keepsake, they disliked the lack of freedom They had planned to seek accommodation in a household, but no one dared to rent a space to theht that an old couple finally took theht, the duo had a simple yet decent meal in the house The old couple's son was sloitted and inarticulate, while their daughter-in-laas pregnant and almost due Under an oil la brightly ”It's nothingFuyao sat before the table, full of cracks and blackinto a daze 17 years It had been 17 years since she had sat down and enjoyed a family dinner She hadn't experienced such an ambiance before, hadn't had anyone put food on her plate, and hadn't had a simple meal with people by her side