The King of Black Fog

"Why are you only here now?" She Ling'er said coldly.

The person behind her chuckled softly, affectionately saying, "Still, it's madam who trusts me, knowing I would come tonight."

So it wasn't prearranged, but sneaked in instead?

She Ling'er said indifferently, "I know what you're like well enough. Fine, don't tell me you came tonight just to hold me. What's the matter?"

She left the other's embrace, tidied her clothes, and inconspicuously removed the bell from her wrist—She Lan was indifferent and didn't like adornments.

"In the dead of night, a lone man and woman, what else could it be?" Li Changzhou said with a mischievous grin, pulling Yang Qinglan into his arms again.

She Ling'er didn't resist, only rested her hands gently against his chest, frowning slightly, "What time do you think it is? Don't fool around. Business matters."

"This is business." Li Changzhou's hand caressed her long, beautiful legs, not missing an inch.

Beneath his presumptuous hand, the white palace dress clung tightly to her legs, revealing tantalizing curves.

His lips gently touched her snow-like cheek.

She Ling'er felt a sense of pride and disdain inside—She Lan usually acted prim and proper, with an air of restraint, yet secretly had a man all along.

Then she grew angry—she hadn't kept a man and hadn't been touched by anyone. How dare he handle her...

She looked up, about to imitate She Lan's angry outburst, but her eyes met his, and her mind went blank.

He looked so young, you could even say boyish, with handsome features and eyes that opened and closed like the fireworks she saw at twelve in the Zhu Rong Clan.

His demeanor wasn't sharp but had the composure of someone who owned everything.

The soft lips left her cheek and touched her earlobe, his warm breath smelling of her hair, sending a numbing sensation throughout her body, itching to her bones.

She Ling'er's heart was pounding wildly. Surprisingly, she felt... comfortable being held like this.

The next moment, she sobered up.

She Ling'er, you're the Holy Daughter of the Nuwa Clan; you can't become infatuated with love like She Lan and be swayed by male beauty!

She Ling'er pushed Li Changzhou away, stood up straight, and said angrily, "Enough, speak properly!"

"Alright, alright, I will—I'll speak."

"Ah!" She Ling'er let out a small involuntary gasp, as the other actually pinched her...

Li Changzhou burst into laughter, even sniffing his hand with fascination, saying, "Now, if I don't smell it for a single day, my heart itches. Fragrant, so fragrant."

Seeing Yang Qinglan was genuinely about to get angry, he dropped his frivolous demeanor and said with a smile, "The task is almost done. The ones that were to die are dead."

She Ling'er's heart skipped a beat, even forgetting temporarily about being pinched...

What task?

Who died?

She couldn't guess.

She Lan usually never interacted with anyone. Even when attending grand ceremonies, she sat alone, merely fulfilling her duty as the Holy Daughter. What could she be involved in? Who would she kill?

This time, taking advantage of She Lan being summoned by Nuwa, she secretly came to her room, hoping to discover some secrets. But she didn't even believe She Lan would have any untold secrets.

Unexpectedly, she discovered two secrets.

First, an unauthorized affair with a man outside the clan.

Second, she killed someone for some reason.

The only significant event She Ling'er could think of was the upcoming Heavenly Mending Assembly—could it be for the Divine Position of the North Sea True God?

"What are you thinking?"

She Ling'er snapped back to reality, seeing Li Changzhou approaching again, consumed with an infatuated look, and in an instant, she swung her sleeve at his face.

Like all the wine consumed tonight surged up at once, Li Changzhou staggered and fell towards Yang Qinglan.

She Ling'er, caught off guard, ended up being pressed to the ground by him.

"So heavy!!" She Ling'er felt like a mountain was weighing down on her.

This wasn't merely the difference between a man and woman; even among the Nuwa Clan, women were stronger than men.

It was the gap in the physical body!

Even with her Strength, she felt it cumbersome. This man's physical body might already be at the level of a Divine Position.

To avoid making too much noise, She Ling'er dared not use True Qi, forced to exhaust her Strength, merely to turn over, struggling like a fragile woman trying to move a drunken man to bed.

She gasped for breath, looking at Li Changzhou lying unconscious on the ground.

"Dead pig!" she cursed.

Suddenly, she felt a familiar True Qi fluctuation from afar, indicating She Lan had returned from the Wa Palace.

She Ling'er hurriedly leaned down, her long tongue hissing, using snake language in Li Changzhou's ear, "Forget about me. You're drunk, and remember nothing."

After saying this, she took out the bell and shook it lightly a few times.

The bell swayed but made no sound, and with waves of spatial distortion, She Ling'er's figure was wiped away like an eraser.

Just as the door was pushed open, She Ling'er became completely invisible.

Seeing Li Changzhou lying on the ground, Yang Qinglan was momentarily stunned. Taking advantage of this, She Ling'er quickly slipped out through the still-open door.

It wasn't that she didn't want to stay and eavesdrop; instead, the bell's invisibility time was limited. If discovered, She Lan and the man on the floor would not leave her alive.

As soon as she left, Yang Qinglan closed the door.

That rapid movement, as if this wasn't even her own room and she was also there to steal.

Surely there was clandestine love!

Being outside where she could leave anytime, and with some invisibility time from the bell still remaining, She Ling'er gathered Qi and pressed her ear against the door.

Before she knew it, multiple barriers expanded from the inside out. If she hadn't withdrawn quickly, she would have been discovered.