"Hua Cuo!" Rong Zhi's voice was low and deep as he uttered these two words, suddenly halting in his steps.
The two moved unhindered through the Imperial Palace, the defensive resistance inside swiftly and mercilessly crushed. Everywhere they looked lay conquered before Rong Zhi's eyes.
As they briskly walked through the palace, Rong Zhi abruptly remembered someone he had overlooked and stopped without warning.
He finally remembered, the place he had been neglecting.
It was Hua Cuo.
If it were only Hua Cuo alone, he would not be enough to accomplish anything significant, but what if he were to join forces with Feng Ting?
Hua Cuo had never let go of his hatred for him; as long as Feng Ting offered him even the slightest chance for revenge, he would surely be willing to join hands with her.
Why did Hua Cuo not stay in Ping City where he was but instead follow Chu Yu back to Luoyang?
Everyone knew that Chu Yu was the only person he truly cared about.
