Prince Jing paced agitatedly once more, scouring every conceivable hiding spot in the room, but indeed, there was no one to be found.
"What the hell is going on here? People can't just vanish into thin air, can they?"
Sikong Mo and Ye Jiu, one a War God King and the other a peasant girl, should have had no intersection in their lives, yet somehow, their paths had converged absurdly.
Now, with the sudden appearance of two massive eagles and the person who was supposed to have been brought back by Ye Jiu—Ye Wenzheng instead claimed there was no one. Plus, that girl who looked as if she were carved from the same mold as his own, could even disappear from a room into thin air.
All of this, wrapped in a fog of mystery, seemed to have no connection, yet was inextricably intertwined!
...
Ye Jiu's disappearance might have barely caused a ripple in the vast capital city, but Sikong Mo's disappearance was like an earthquake to Dongyue, which was on the brink of war.
