Chapter 54: The Secret Passage

“What do you think you are, daring to meddle in the affairs of our Grand Protector General?”
A servant glared at Ye Cheng, nostrils flaring, his stance arrogant and overbearing.
“Get out of my sight! Don’t force me to take action.”
Ye Cheng spoke coldly.
“Well, well, where did this fool come from...”
The Marquis continued to speak at length with Wang Chengyang, and eventually Wang Chengyang agreed. They discussed matters that would follow.
“Lord Bao, there are some things it’s best to be frank with you about, so our future communication will be smoother.” You Jingyan once again showed off his glib tongue.
He watched You Jingyan and Protector Wu intently, afraid to miss a single exciting moment.
It seemed, indeed, that there was nothing amiss—this space was truly empty. Bai Sen, upon waking and opening his eyes, was greeted by the same silence.
Chu Feng felt a bit lost at that moment; suddenly arriving in an unfamiliar place, he didn’t know which direction to take.
“The Crown Prince of the Golden Crow Clan is gifted, standing at the summit of the young generation. Lord Yuanqiu is no less extraordinary; both are paragons of their age, and must debate their philosophies.” The cultivator spoke eloquently.
Outside Red Flame City stood a towering, majestic mountain—Red Flame Mountain. An immense and imposing volcano, it erupted once again, precisely at that moment.
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Chu Feng glanced back—the waves surged endlessly, and between his arms, a radiance like jade made him instinctively swallow hard.
Dongfang Xuri tried to clear his mind of distractions, throwing himself fully into battle. His blood boiled, and searing heat forged the heavens and earth.
“Brother, you should go too. I believe you’re the best!” Zhao Xin looked at Luo Xu and smiled sweetly.
“I’m late.” Linglong forced a smile and walked to the empty seat, sitting beside Wu Xiang. Wu Xiang, usually at odds with Linglong, glanced at her and, for once, squeezed her hand in comfort.
After asking whether there were any other matters, he left, still reeking of alcohol.
“Is all of this true?” Howard looked at Hogan, who merely smiled and didn’t answer immediately.
“What’s happening? Why is there a seal within my body? Who could have placed it? No matter what, I must break through this seal or I’ll never truly reach the first rank of Seal Master!” Luo Xu said, already resolved in his heart.
After eating three bowls of minced meat porridge, I finally felt some strength return. Wiping the sweat from my brow, I asked Qianqian, “During the days I was unconscious, did anything happen in the imperial palace?”
“Sikong Changting, let me go!” An Bai’s eyes blazed with anger, her voice trembling, wishing she could strangle him.
Luo Sheng sat in his assistant’s chair—a desk right by the door—while Yang Yue Sheng’s desk was directly opposite, with a floor-to-ceiling window behind her leading to the president’s office.
After giving instructions, Miss Wan left. The young master, seeing the heavy tomb doors guarded, considered leaving to find another path, but just as he was about to go, heard the two guards complaining.
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This discovery sent a chill through the scar-faced middle-aged man, making every hair on his body stand on end.