When Wu Yuemei learned that Cheng Guang might have encountered trouble,
Cheng Zhihai, too, was anxiously waiting inside the Bureau of the Lamp, pacing back and forth in the hall with his hands behind his back.
Frustration and self-reproach were written all over Cheng Zhihai's face.
"That day, when I saw the man ascend within the Imperial Palace, nothing was done to Guanger, and I assumed all was well afterward."
"How could such an unexpected incident have occurred?"
"Perhaps not long after I left, someone boarded the Flying Boat, attempting to assassinate Guanger. That person's strength must have reached Sky-Man or they used some special means; otherwise, I would have noticed something."
"Who exactly is it, who could have seized the opportunity so precisely to strike against Guanger?"
Cheng Zhihai's face turned rather unsightly as a figure suddenly emerged in his mind.
It was the visage of Emperor Zhou.
"Was it Your Majesty…?"
Cheng Zhihai muttered to himself.
