An old man smiled bitterly and said, "Sorry, young hero. When we inadvertently entered Ten Thousand Flowers City, we were controlled by those ravenous won. We don’t really know much about Ten Thousand Flowers City."
Returning along the original route and bringing two old n back over the wall, Qin Yuesheng arrived at the hiding place where he previously had Chen Chun conceal himself.
Seeing Qin Yuesheng bring back two people, Chen Chun imdiately embraced Xuerong and ca forward: "Detective, you’re back."
Upon seeing Xuerong unconscious, the two old n shuddered and instinctively hid behind Qin Yuesheng, their eyes filled with fearful looks at Xuerong.
Qin Yuesheng shook his head helplessly; it seed these two had been psychologically scarred by the won during their days in Ten Thousand Flowers City.
"Do you know these two n?" Qin Yuesheng asked, pointing to the two behind him.
Chen Chun then observed the two old n and exclaid in surprise, "Uncle Fu? Uncle Su?"
The two old n stared blankly at Chen Chun: "Cow dung?"
"Uncle Fu, Uncle Su, where’s my uncle? Did he also enter Ten Thousand Flowers City like you?" Chen Chun asked anxiously.
"Yes, but we don’t know where he is now, as we’ve been separated by those won."
Qin Yuesheng reached out and pulled Xuerong away from Chen Chun’s embrace, "No more chit-chat. This isn’t the ti to be asking such questions. Once we find the remaining three people, we’ll imdiately leave Ten Thousand Flowers City."
As Xuerong was pinched by Qin Yuesheng on the human center, slowly waking from unconsciousness, her first instinct was to cover her neck and shout, "Don’t hit anymore, don’t hit anymore, I really won’t escape."
Qin Yuesheng asked, "Tell where the remaining three people are being held? Once we leave Ten Thousand Flowers City, I’ll spare your life."
Seeing Qin Yuesheng’s serious expression, Xuerong reluctantly revealed what she knew.
Among the three remaining potters, two are in the outer city, but the third was chosen by a female official into the inner city.
The difference between the inner city and outer city of Ten Thousand Flowers City is vast; those living in the inner city are all female officials with magical abilities, with the City Lord, appointed personally by the empress of Ten Thousand Flowers City, being the strongest.
The empress, who taught the female officials magic, is an existence whose power cannot be assessed.
Qin Yuesheng was troubled, realizing that though he was powerful, he was far from invincible, particularly against the skilled individuals in Ten Thousand Flowers City, whose thods involved unfathomable magic that was difficult to guard against.
Facing opponents like this, not one, but a group, how could he fight?
In an instant, Qin Yuesheng made the safest decision.
"We’ll leave the person taken to the inner city for now. Once I find a way to get out, ensuring your safe departure beyond the town walls, I’ll then request Cyan Yang City to send people to rescue him."
Qin Yuesheng spoke decisively, allowing no room for objection.
In fact, no one dared oppose him, knowing that if Qin Yuesheng abandoned them, they’d all be captured by those won again.
Everyone, including Chen Chun, was painfully aware of how torturous those days were and had no wish to relive them.
With this group, Qin Yuesheng continued to the next target destination.
...
Inner City.
The inner city of Ten Thousand Flowers City is located on a lakeside island, with only one white jade stone bridge, wide enough for three wagons to parallel, linking the inner city to the outer city. Daily, many female soldiers patrol and guard this bridge, making it difficult for outsiders to enter the inner city quietly.
The most central area of the inner city is a grand diamond-shaped platform, with red carpet as the floor and a gold bed pressing upon it.
Currently, a stunningly beautiful voluptuous woman lay sideways on top, her every move wafting with boundless charm.
Four tall, cold-looking beauties stood at the bed’s four corners, gently fanning the woman above with gourd-shaped jade fans.
Below the platform, nurous won knelt, all with fervent, respectful, and worshiping looks cast upon the woman lying above.
"Have you all learned the Sad Nether Wind taught today?" the woman asked with an amused expression.
Although her voice wasn’t loud, it swept down from the platform like torrents, making every woman below involuntarily shudder.
"We’ve learned it!"
Everyone shouted loudly in unison.
The woman then pointed to a woman in the crowd: "You say you’ve learned it? Now show ."
Instantly, everyone looked toward the designated spot, exposing a young girl among the crowd.
She glanced around timidly, fearful, and found herself unable to speak.
"Her Majesty wants you to demonstrate Sad Nether Wind; hurry up, don’t make her upset," several won urged her.
The young girl wobbled her way to the platform’s edge, then stopped.
"Start," the woman said, smiling gently.
The young girl took a deep breath and began feeling the air currents, soon creating swirling winds in her hand, quickly forming a thin wind band the size of a pinky.
She was about to throw it, but suddenly, midway, the wind band disintegrated into nothingness, and the cyclone vanished too.
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