In Ningxiang Pavilion, by the lake, a peerless beauty stood alone.
The Emperor gazed at the pool of blood on the ground, the Evil Qi in his eyes churning like a stormy sea. His Divine Thought instantly spread for miles in every direction, yet he found nothing.
"Mei, investigate this thoroughly!"
As he spoke, a shadowy figure coalesced from the shadows behind the Emperor.
"Yes, My Lord."
The shadowy figure bowed, then its body flickered and vanished.
The Emperor glanced one last time at Ningxiang Pavilion, then slowly departed, the joy from his arrival now entirely consumed by fury.
Soon after, Qin Ya returned to Mingxin Academy. The moment he stepped into Ningxiang Pavilion, his brows knitted together. His eyes fell upon the shocking pool of blood on the ground, and his pupils shrank. He rushed into the pavilion in an instant, only to emerge moments later with a grim expression. His heart consumed by worry and rage, he approached the bloodstain.
