It’s unimaginable how terrifying this night of fire in reality must be.
What has happened in the Imperial Palace?
Shen Tang struggled to maintain the spirit body, evading flas and searching among the beams, arriving at the late Empress’s bedchamber.
Not far away were more than a dozen n in black robes, their faces covered, identities indistinguishable.
The leader among them was tall, his aura unfathomable, he had seized the late Empress, ignoring her cries and struggles, seemingly intent on forcibly taking her away!
"Xiao Jiu! Release her!"
Ji Lin was no longer the serene and elegant figure of the past, his snowy long hair hung in disarray behind him, his robes were tattered and stained with blood, the Nine-tailed behind him scorched by the fire’s remnants, utterly miserable.
His eyes were scarlet, charging at the leader of the black-robed n like a madman, striving with all his might to reclaim his companion.
Unfortunately, the disparity in strength was too great.
Ji Lin, heavily injured, was defeated miserably, kneeling on the ground.
Shen Tang was utterly shocked, as Ji Lin, the late Emperor, was a powerful Tenth Rank Beastman, with few in the world matching him, defeated so easily?
Who exactly are these black-robed n?
Not far away ca a weak crying sound, Shen Tang quickly rushed over, finding a blood-covered little fox buried beneath the debris.
It was no longer the lively and playful creature it once was, the rise and fall of its abdon extrely weak, its fur matted with filthy blood, pitiful and pathetic.
Shen Tang’s eyes suddenly welled up, her nose tingling, her heart twisting with pain, almost making it hard to breathe.
Indeed, such a little fox reminded her of the day Shen Li risked half his life to save her.
No matter how discontent she felt towards him, she couldn’t deny that the debt of saving her life surpassed any spoken affection, an unforgettable gratitude.
The little fox lay on the ground, staring blankly in the direction of its parents, its beautiful eyes losing their previous luster, lifeless.
Regretful tears burst forth, sliding down the corner of its eyes.
It’s all his fault.
If only, he hadn’t gone out to play today...
If only, he could have returned earlier...
If only, he listened to his royal father and didn’t wander around, perhaps none of this would have happened?
At this mont, Shen Li was too weak, unable to do anything, just watching helplessly as his mother was taken, his father severely injured, unable even to see them one last ti.
Black vapors erged from the fox’s body, the force of hatred.
This unusual fluctuation was quickly detected by the group of black-robed n.
"What happened?"
"Strange, look over there, a fox cub buried beneath?"
"No way, observe its red fur, could it be..."
The leader of the black-robed n glanced at the late Empress, his eyes suddenly cold and fierce, "Catch that child!"
One of the black-robed n attempted to grab the little fox.
The little fox erupted with powerful fiery force, instantly repelling him.
The black-robed individuals were all astonished.
"Heavens, this child’s talent is truly formidable, we must take him back!"
Shen Tang could no longer bear it, spirit blade condensed in her palm, striking at the black-robed n while quickly running over, holding the little fox gently, offering reassurance, "Don’t be afraid, it’s all over now, it’s all fake..."
From the little fox’s perspective, it felt like seeing a ghost.
It could sense the warmth of the embrace, yet see nothing, like being held by air, its body rigid, voice trembling, "Who... are you? Are you a ghost?"
Shen Tang softly spoke, "I’m not a ghost, I’m here to save you."
A feminine voice, young and lodious.
The little fox gazed blankly at the void, clearly nothing there, yet it seed to feel that gentle and kind gaze, a long-lost fascination.
Like a mother, warm and brief, no thought of rebellion.
"Why... did you save ?"
The cub’s soft voice, seed confused, yet sowhat persistent in inquiry.
Who is she?
Do they have any connection?
Why did she save him?
Shen Tang couldn’t speak for a mont, unsure how to answer, simply remained silent, her palm gathering pure white gentle power, enveloping the little fox, dissipating the black mist swirling around it.
"Your Majesty! Little Highness, I’ve finally found you!" Qiu Yang arrived with reinforcents.
The leader of the black-robed n looked at these insignificant ants, let out a short chilling laugh, and commanded, "Kill them all, leave none alive!"
"No, you can’t do this! I beg you, spare them!" The late Empress was in tears, voice laden with painful sobs.
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