But this is not the reason for the woman's crazed behavior. Moving on.
Ning Chaotian seemed lost in memories of the past, somewhat distracted.
Ye Tian, on the other hand, calmed his mind, withdrew his thoughts, and continued to cultivate.
Time, passed away minute by minute.
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Shen Cang Continent.
In a spacious, bright, and extraordinarily luxurious palace.
Within an exquisite room, there was a huge chair.
At this moment, a middle-aged woman was sitting there, half-lying, dressed in elegant clothes, her appearance still charming, yet her face had a few wrinkles.
Her expression was unpleasant, mixed with anger, venom, fear, and complexity.
In front of her chair were four people: an elderly lady, an old man, and two middle-aged men.
The four stood there, their expressions equally grim.
The atmosphere was somewhat silent and stiff.
A long time passed.
"Huh..."
