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Upon hearing the recitation from the Office of Censors, the Emperor was completely entranced. What exactly is wrong with your Melody? Wasn't it said to only target Wisdom Supreme?
If someone were to investigate the matter, it could implicate you and even involve our little treasure. I won't let you off easily.
I have no intention of targeting him; it was purely coincidental. Huo Qi defended himself, stating that it wasn't easy to gain a physical form. Instead of enjoying peaceful days, he stirred up trouble for Great Jing. What does that have to do with me?
On stage, Li Cu had just entered and managed to tie things up. However, as Wisdom Supreme's descent into madness continued unabated, the longer it dragged on, the greater the likelihood of Yong Huai's side losing.
Huo Qi was still pondering the matter of Melody. Perhaps Xuande Emperor's body had already been compromised, and Melody just happened to trigger it. In that case, it's better for issues to surface early so they can be treated rather than dragging on indefinitely.
Oh? This accidental turn of events might have saved Xuande Emperor's life.
Sang Qingxiao was not pleased. Well then, why don't you go take credit for it?
You little girl, are you trying to provoke me? Some matters are best left untouched. Huo Qi understood this well; my precious son is entangled in this mess but won't implicate us.
Who knows?
As they spoke, the advantage on stage had shifted towards Wisdom Supreme. Just as Sang Qingxiao was preparing to act, a figure entered the fray.
It was Misha.
Sang Qingxiao smiled; his timing was just right.
Oh! Huo Qi exclaimed in surprise. Could this kid have actually succeeded? His aura was even stronger than before, but he didn't seem to have changed physically; he didn't look as robust as his junior.
Misha could actually revert to his frail form from Pujisi but chose not to. After mastering the Qilin Bloodline, he could control his physique at will.
After watching for a while, Huo Qi sighed. Previously, he needed to transform into Qilin Arm to unleash a thousand-pound punch, but that last punch he threw was done without transformation—his progress was astonishing.
Seeing him like this made me want to meet the complete Qilin; perhaps I could help gather some information.
Really? That's great! Huo Qi replied. You better keep your word! Old Vine also arrived, transforming into slender vines that climbed onto Sang Qingxiao's shoulders. Oh dear, this trip has exhausted me; I'm completely drained and will need some time. Misha kept urging me on, especially after Little Buddha returned and learned about Wisdom Supreme's descent into madness—he became even more anxious.
At this moment, Sang Qingxiao chimed in. So you used your trump card then?
Uh...
Sang Qingxiao sneered. Heh, you probably wanted to use your trump card even more than Misha did; it's just that Misha had to push you verbally first. Once it made sense logically, you pretended to be reluctant when in reality you were already overjoyed inside.
Hehe, all of that aside, in the end it still resulted in success.
But Sang Qingxiao asked, what about the side effects?
Uh, speak! It means that one's strength is exhausted.
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