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Chapter 1631 - 1613
The middle-aged man forced a smile and nodded slightly, saying respectfully, "It was short-sighted of me."
The mysterious person wasn’t anyone else but the former Palace Master of Wufeng Palace, and the opening of the Eighth Space-Time was entirely orchestrated by him.
"Alright, your main goal is to carefully monitor Chu Ge, not letting him find the way back, and certainly not letting him meet Chu Ge from the Fifth Space-Time! You understand?"
"Master, there is one thing I don’t understand."
The middle-aged man asked somewhat hesitantly.
The Old Palace Master saw he had many questions and couldn’t help but frown, "Why do you have so many questions? Ask!"
"Why did you bring him to this space-time?" he asked curiously, unable to understand what benefit opening the Eighth Space-Time could bring to them.
The Old Palace Master cast a sidelong glance at him, his eyes carrying a hint of mockery as if looking at an idiot, "You don’t understand this. In Chu Ge’s body is a huge energy, and if this energy is absorbed by Chu Ge himself, he will be our strongest enemy."
"If the two of them can’t meet, then how will..."
The middle-aged man was still puzzled.
The Old Palace Master sneered, "How can you ensure they won’t meet? With the time-space distortion, once Chu Ge finds the way to reverse time, they will inevitably meet in the Time-Space Tunnel, and then it will be difficult not to merge, even if they don’t want to."
The middle-aged man looked at the Old Palace Master in shock, "You mean... you’re saying that they will merge not by choice but involuntarily once the two meet?"
A breeze blew, lifting the hem of the Old Palace Master’s robe, causing it to arc in the wind. He paused for a moment before slowly explaining, "Naturally, otherwise, why do you think I would go to so much trouble to bring this ancient Chu Ge to the modern era?"
If it weren’t for the existence of a Chu Ge in this space-time, he wouldn’t have opened the Eighth Space-Time.
However, some things are always unpredictable. No one expected that the opening of the Eighth Space-Time would cause time, initially normal, to reverse back to the beginning.
The middle-aged man and the Old Palace Master were standing there talking when suddenly the ground shook beneath their feet, and before they could react, the sky suddenly darkened.
"What’s going on?" the middle-aged man asked in a panic, his posture unstable.
"Not good, time has reversed!"
...
Wen Zaao stared blankly at the ceiling, wanting to cry her heart out, but her eyes were dry and she couldn’t squeeze out a single drop of tears.
In her mind, that romantic scene never faded away, constantly reminding her of how ridiculous she had been over the past two years.
"Let’s break up. Blame yourself for not being the eldest daughter of the Wen Family!"
"The person I want to marry can’t be the daughter of a maid!"
She never imagined that such a melodramatic scene could happen to her, just an hour ago, she witnessed firsthand the passionate rendezvous between her boyfriend and her good friend.
Wen Zaao burped, pointing at the ceiling, she started cursing loudly, "What’s wrong with being a maid’s daughter! I never claimed to be the Wen Family’s eldest daughter! It’s you... you idiot who mistakenly assumed I was! I never... never admitted I was the Wen Family’s daughter! Wen Youxiang, that old lecher, he doesn’t deserve to be called my father!"
Her real father was a famous scientist! He passed away twenty years ago!
"Clang-" she threw the can forward, and it hit the ground with a piercing sound.
Reached out, there was no alcohol left on the coffee table. Wen Zaao irritably ruffled her hair; even alcohol was against her!
Struggling to get up from the sofa, she staggered toward the kitchen...
"Bang-"
Her foot was caught by something for a moment, causing Wen Zaao to stumble forward, falling flat.
Impatiently, Wen Zaao kicked, "What’s tripping me? Move aside!"
Feeling the cold sensation and the hard yet bouncy texture under her bare feet, she instinctively kicked again.
Froze.
This... this... a person?
Wen Zaao turned around to see someone lying on the ground, almost scaring her to death.
The person lay on the ground, dressed in a Purple Gold Black Dragon Robe, with waist-length black hair spread out like a waterfall. His features were as if carved by a ghostly sculptor, with strong lines outlining a wickedly handsome face, but his complexion was too pale, an unhealthy, sickly white.
Wen Zaao was stunned for a while before drawing her gaze back from that face so dazzling and beyond words, confirming that this was her home, causing an instant chill up her spine.
Could it be... haunting?
Wen Zaao panicked, scurrying toward the outside, but just a few steps later, as a cold sensation clasped her ankle, she felt immobilized.
Her mind buzzed, and the drunkenness was immediately dispelled. What to do, what to do? Mom, she’s a law-abiding citizen! Never stole a child’s candy nor snatched someone else’s boyfriend, how could she attract such unclean things?
"So noisy." A deep, magnetic voice flowed into her ears, "Come here and serve the Prince for changing clothes."
The Pr...Prince? Prince... Prince? No wonder he’s dressed like that.
Oh my god, is this a thousand-year-old ghost?!!
Wen Zaao was even more frightened, her voice trembling, "Prince, Prince, it’s late, you should go rest, let’s, let’s not change clothes."
After speaking, Wen Zaao wished she could bite off her tongue. Damn it, what if he wants her to keep him company in bed?
Thinking about it, even at her age when she’s still blooming like a flower, her boyfriend cheating notwithstanding, her twenty-year virginity hasn’t been offered yet it’d be taken away by a ghost. There’s an inexplicable sense of tragedy.
She dared not turn around, yet the chill on her spine was inescapable. Slowly, a black shadow on the ground moved closer.
Eh?
Wait!
A shadow? Ghosts don’t have shadows, right?
Wen Zaao bounced up from the ground, turned around to look at the man, now standing, who at some unclear point stood up. His deep, cold eyes, mingled with a bit of confusion, gently moved as he examined the surroundings.
"You, you’re not a ghost?!"
At this moment, Wen Zaao also noticed the man has feet, certifying that he wasn’t a ghost.
Body relaxed slightly, tension easing a bit, though not entirely relieved, panicking again.
Not a ghost, then a thief!
Damn! A thief entered!
Even thieves are into trends now? Playing cosplay and impersonating a prince?
"Audacious! You dare curse the Prince dead?" Calling him a ghost?
The man’s sharp eyes were fixed on Wen Zaao’s face. Unlike those commonplace girls he had seen before, her cheeks were flushed, likely from drinking, making her look particularly comfortable.
His gaze slowly moved downward and fell upon her, his eyes slightly paused.