Night had deepened.
Zhong Shenxiu suddenly stood up, touched his brow, and walked outside.
The sound of fluttering garments suddenly arose.
In a corner of the courtyard, in the darkness, someone appeared out of nowhere.
"Wushuang?"
Zhong Shenxiu heaved a sigh.
"Don't come over, don't light a lamp, don't look at me... just listen..."
Yan Wushuang's breathing was labored, her voice hoarse, "You cannot attend the banquet of the realm! The court has already resolved to eliminate the remaining Great Grandmasters... and your name is on the list. If you go... you'll inevitably confront the Undying Evil Emperor!"
"I know..."
Zhong Shenxiu's sighs grew heavier.
For the great scheme of the realm, the court didn't hesitate to sacrifice so many from the closer Six Void Sect, the Wang and Song families, and the Imperial Family's tributaries, naturally, they wouldn't spare him.
A deadly duel with a Great Grandmaster would inevitably lead to casualties.
