(There are still a few hundred words, brothers, refresh at half past midnight!)
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Turning back time to the afternoon, Zhao Rong stopped at a certain back hall, leaving behind a scholar sword and a blood-stained map in front of eighteen pitiful concubines.
"Later... no matter what commotion is outside, don't open the door on your own initiative..."
"...…"
"Bang————!"
In the underground palace of the imperial mausoleum, the stone door of the back hall heavily fell at this moment.
Completely blocking the back view of the one-armed Confucian scholar determinedly turning to face the Golden Core Realm old monster.
His words of advice before leaving seemed to still echo in the empty back hall.
The seventeen masked young women kneeling inside withdrew their gaze from the tightly shut stone door, then unanimously moved their eyes to the tall masked woman who seemed to be the leader standing in front of the door.
