BANG!
The heavy stone doors of the Matriarch's private courtyard slammed open with a deafening force that startled a flock of spirit birds that immediately fled into the sky.
"WHERE IS SHE?!"
Gu Bao yelled his lungs out, marching inside like an angry bull that had just lost all sense of direction.
His expensive golden robes fluttered dramatically behind him, his boots crushed rare spiritual flowers beneath every step, his bloodshot eyes burning with pure, unadulterated madness because he absolutely could not process the terrifyingly absurd reality he had just witnessed.
His face was twisted into such an ugly expression that even the servants and maids hurriedly lowered their heads and pretended they didn't exist.
But Gu Bao did not care. His brain was still refusing to accept what had happened inside the Audience Hall.
"...No."
"...Impossible."
"There has to be something wrong with everyone's heads," Gu Bao felt dizzy in his head.
