Chapter 968: Chapter 570: One Embrace, Three Beauties
Imperial Tomb Dungeon.
Outside the main hall, inside the tomb passage.
Three women are ’patiently’ waiting.
"Why hasn’t Uncle Xiaobai come back yet?"
It’s unclear how many times young Qian’er has repeated this phrase.
Zhao Lingfei and Zhu Yourong remain silent.
No one can answer the girl’s question.
At this moment, the positions of the three women in the tomb passage are quite interesting.
Zhao Lingfei and young Qian’er stand together on one side of the tomb passage, while Zhu Yourong stands alone on the other side.
The two sides are distinctly divided, with an implicit barrier.
However, as Zhao Rong has yet to be found, the urgent matter remains unsolved, creating a heavy and tense atmosphere. Their misconduct in not communicating is somewhat understandable.
However, what truly transpires is known only to themselves.
At this moment, Zhao Lingfei and Zhu Yourong are either closing their eyes or lowering their gazes, communicating with their respective aids from the outside world.
Before long, Zhao Lingfei opens her eyes, holding a communication jade gourd, with an unreadable expression on her delicate face.
The news from Mr. Bai isn’t promising.
The snow-white sword energy left in the scabbard beside Zhao Rong has lost contact.
The place this teleportation array in the Great Hall leads to might not be as simple as Li Bai said.
However, Zhao Lingfei relaxed a bit upon hearing that Mr. Bai is currently on his way to the Imperial Tomb and seems to be bringing along a formidable ally, supposedly a predecessor from Tianya Sword Pavilion.
Zhao Lingfei has decided that when Li Bai returns, she will immediately order him to take her, Mr. Bai, and the Tianya Sword Pavilion predecessor through the teleportation portal.
She can no longer wait; breaking the ’local ancient force’s’ special customs will be her responsibility alone.
Not far away, a woman in scholar’s attire seems to have made a similar decision.
In Zhao Lingfei’s peripheral vision, this Mr. Zhu, who has a good relationship with her husband, directly turns and enters the Great Hall, ’inspecting’ the array without discussing anything with the other two women.
Zhao Lingfei says nothing, watching Zhu Yourong leave the tomb passage.
In front of Qian’er and outsiders, she maintains her composed demeanor, which slightly falters, revealing a touch of exhaustion and paleness on her delicate face.
In the tomb passage, young Qian’er can’t stay still for a moment, pacing with her husband’s severed arm, eyes fixed unwaveringly on the entrance.
"It’s simply outrageous!"
The girl’s peach blossom eyes are swollen with tears, her otherwise charming demeanor now replaced with a stern expression, gritting her teeth.
Beside her, the autumn-eyed woman silently turns her head, looking at a bloody handprint left on the tomb passage wall by someone.
She raises her hand, then withdraws it slightly, before finally covering the handprint with her jade hand. Upon touching the wall’s brick, her fingers tremble slightly, seemingly from the chill transmitted from the tomb passage wall, rendering the autumn-eyed woman’s face even paler, her body swaying slightly against the blood handprint Zhao Rong had pressed down.
Just then, young Qian’er, who had been pacing in the tomb passage, suddenly halted.
Nailed to the spot.
Like a sharp, cold sword.
She was silent for a few breaths, then turned and walked out of the tomb passage without a word.
The girl no longer waits.
Holding the almost blood-drained severed arm, she walked straight out of the Imperial Tomb, simultaneously pulling out a communication jade gourd to contact a certain ’outrageous’ man.
Zhao Lingfei closed her eyes, leaning against the wall, not stopping her.
Just as young Qian’er reached the entrance of the tomb passage, once the communication jade gourd on the other side was connected, she shouted furiously into it:
"Where the hell are you? Get back here now!"
On the other side of the communication jade gourd, the one receiving the girl’s furious command seemed to be digesting her words.
The atmosphere turned silent.
Then.
"Received."
A male voice, magnetic and gentle.
Came from within the small jade gourd.
Yet it struck like thunder.
The body of the girl holding the severed arm froze in place.
As if a dynamic scene had been suddenly paused.
All the anger, rudeness, and coldness in young Qian’er, like a hard fist crashing into cotton candy.
Became soft and tender, no longer holding any force.
The girl’s pale lips trembled, and she opened her mouth, "...I..."
Her throat could only squeeze out one word.
Originally angry and cold, the girl suddenly squatted down, holding the jade gourd, whispering, "Brother Rong, where... where are you..."
Her voice was teary, carrying seven parts joy and three parts pleading.
Seemingly afraid that if her voice got any louder, she would scare away the man on the other side of the communication jade gourd.
At this time, Zhao Lingfei in the tomb passage and Zhu Yourong in the Great Hall instantly sensed Zhao Qian’er’s anomaly.
Though they couldn’t hear the confidential transmission within the communication jade gourd, young Qian’er’s sudden reaction and weakened tone were instantly noticed.
The two women immediately came to the side of the little girl clutching the jade gourd, holding their breath.
Forgetting all prior estrangement and cold exclusion.
The man on the other side of the communication jade gourd chuckled and said, "Silly second lady, look ahead."
Young Qian’er, red-eyed, immediately looked up.
In the next second, a streak of light flew swiftly from the darkness at the end of the tomb passage, instantly arriving at the position of the three women and then abruptly hovering before young Qian’er.
It was a small white jade sword embossed with mysterious moon patterns.
At this moment, it was joyfully vibrating, circling around its mistress in delighted rotations.
"Swing... Swing..."
Young Qian’er stood dumbfounded as the familiar and mystical connection with Swing slowly reestablished in her heart.