The princess consort of King Xiang turned her gaze sideways and saw a one-armed woman lightly furrowing her brows.
"What's wrong? Didn't go smoothly?"
Upon hearing this, Zhou Yitang shook her head gently and said:
"No, it went smoothly, but..."
Yin Tingxue noticed the confusion between her brows.
"Then why are you..."
The Sword Armor furrowed his brows tightly, as if sensing something.
Something's not right...
He had definitely severed the Middle Corpse...
"But he... didn't kill the Empress Dowager?"
Zhou Yitang couldn't help but murmur.
She recited the spell for the Thousand-Mile Eye, then slowly shifted her gaze toward the Heavenly Altar.
Inside the altar, as the knife rose and fell,
there stood the man, a broken blade piercing through his chest, blood flowing profusely.
Zhou Yitang's pupils contracted slightly, her lips pressed tightly together, and her only remaining hand trembled uncontrollably.
