Within the grand main hall, Zhao Ming and Crown Prince Wu have taken their seats at an exquisitely carved wooden table.
Nobody has spoken anything, the awkward quietness of room made the Crown Prince nervous, Zhao Ming too was facing a setback, not only he feared Xuan Cheng but he kept imagining what she must be thinking.
The hall exudes an aura of dominance, with lavish drapes adorning the room, their rich hues and intricate designs lending an air of regal splendor.
Xuan Cheng on the other hand, was calm and composed, but her mind was trying to decipher how Zhao Ming was able to enter the mansion just like that--like a normal human.
He possessed such terrifying aura of demonic qi but the shield couldn't keep him away, the strong shield that had kept Evil Lord's minions away from detecting her existence.
