The night in the Capital City was as thick as ink. Su Jinhuan stood on the terrace of her mansion, gazing toward the dim, flickering lights in the distance. She clutched the Qingluan Mirror tightly, its surface reflecting her furrowed brows.
Although their trip to the Ancient City had temporarily neutralized the threat of the Heaven-Devouring Gu, the conspiracies of the Western Regions Imperial Family and the surviving remnants of the Tianji Pavilion remained like a Sword of Damocles hanging over their heads.
Suddenly, the silence of the night was shattered by the sound of hurried footsteps. A guard rushed over and knelt on one knee. "Miss Su, a secret report!"
Chapter 133