This hour, 11 a.m. has already passed.
Dugu Wu should have been slain by his master by now.
"Dugu Wu is already dead, since you are his good friend, you should join him on his journey."
Just as the words of Imperial Consort Dugu fell, Emperor Yongye's gaze swept around, signaling the Hidden Guards to act.
"It is you who should join him."
But before the Hidden Guards could make their move, a cold laugh was heard, and Lu Yin's face brightened with joy.
With a swishing sound, several leaves were thrown, and the Hidden Guards lurking in the shadows screamed out in agony as their hands were struck by the sharply flying green leaves.
Those green leaves, though just leaves, were exceptionally sharp, like darts, and soon after, a figure swooped in from a distance.
The person landed next to Lu Yin.
"Lu Yin, you've lost."
Dugu Wu, his face cold as frost, stood there, looking at Emperor Yongye.
Seeing Dugu Wu in blood-soaked clothes, Imperial Consort Dugu couldn't help but gasp.
