How will the Qianwang Holy Tower finally choose to treat me? Can they really arrange the affairs of the Fu Family as they claim?
Just as Fu Miaoling was lost in her thoughts... swoosh!
A figure suddenly landed in her room, naturally, it was the old woman You Yao from outside. She said coldly, "Don't think your luck is so good. The Mountain Master has already said that a man from the You Family will come and punish you again."
As the words fell, Fu Miaoling's gaze turned icy, yet she said nothing.
She believed that the Qianwang Black-clothed Envoy would certainly appear before her once more. The Qianwang Holy Tower would arrange her matters; it was only a matter of what kind of arrangements they'd offer.
And at this moment, You Yao flashed away again, heading back to the Holy Craftsman Mountain to report the night's mishap.
Meanwhile, Sikong Jing was also led by the servants to the outside hall, and his expression was somewhat dazed like that of Fu Miaoling.
