Ye Qingtang collapsed on the soft bed in her living quarters. The little white tiger took a peek at Ye Qingtang and knew that the birthday banquet tonight was not simple.
"This is still the beginning. If you don't leave the Temple of Shadows, you will suffer more in the future. Today's birthday banquet is most likely to test you, and there will be many more such incidents in the future. With these skills of yours, you might very well be exposed one day," said the little white tiger.
"Do you think I don't wish to go? I can't even go…" Ye Qingtang's headache intensified.
Other people were envious of the Holy Lord of Shadows' reputation and position, but anyone apart from the true owner of the position would go berserk if they were at the position.
Not mentioning how many enemies the Holy Lord of Shadows had outside, the suspicions that the internal members of the Temple of Shadows had over her identity were already extremely life-threatening.
