Lingxuzi’s brow was tightly furrowed; his two eyebrows, like dark dragons coiling amidst mountain peaks, were knotted with heavy lines of gravity and anxiety. He spoke slowly, his voice a low, oppressive rumble like thunder rolling out from the depths of the abyss: "However, Your Highness, forgive my bluntness. Decades ago, like a vulture with the keenest of sight, I saw through that villain's wolfish ambitions.
His power is as unfathomable as a primordial beast, and every ounce of his strength roars like an angry sea, easily crushing anything that stands in his way. He has spent years plotting, his conspiracies like an endless web of darkness, weaving tightly into every corner of the palace, leaving it riddled with rot inside and out. For the Feather God Sect alone to attempt to shake him—it is like pitting the flicker of a firefly against the brilliance of the scorching sun.
It is as difficult as reaching the heavens!" Gu Yuning bit her lip so hard it turned white, as if she might shatter her own teeth. Her lips, pale from the strain, resembled a winter plum blossom blanketed in frost, displaying both poignant beauty and resilience.
Chapter 93