"I must find out her true origins!"
The silk handkerchief fluttered down under the blazing sun, and the double lotus embroidery stitched at the corner was covered in ashes the moment it touched the ground.
Peng Lie's pupils shrunk instantly.
"West City, Envy Immortal Tower."
Lu Xuan crushed the handkerchief with the toe of his shoe, leaving a pitch-black footprint on the white silk surface.
"Last night, this woman left this item behind, causing me to be infected by Yin Qi."
A terrifying surge of Gang Qi erupted around Peng Lie, cracking the bluestone slab beneath him with a web-like pattern: "Xuan, you mean..."
His voice trembled, his white beard fluttering without wind, "Aside from the Eastern Palace traitors, is someone else secretly harming you?"
The midday cicada chirping abruptly ceased.
The surrounding imperial guards collectively stepped back half a step, and the clashing of iron armor sounded eerily loud in the dead silence.
