Piaomiao Palace.
Central Grand Hall.
Nangong Qi sat in a chair, his head drooped, looking utterly dejected.
"Alas..." Nangong Qi heaved a long sigh, "What's been going on recently? Why do I keep running into bad luck?"
These days, Nangong Qi neither ate nor slept well. He was constantly furrowed in worry, and his whole being had become noticeably thinner.
Shangguan Yunyue was hidden within a formation, and for the moment, he had no way to deal with her.
Somehow, the matter of Nangong Qi's scheming against Shangguan Yunyue had leaked out... and now it was common knowledge. He didn't know how many people were cursing him behind his back, calling him an ungrateful white-eyed wolf.
