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After the final bolt of Heavenly Thunder struck, Sang Luo was barely clinging to life. She endured the pain and quickly cast a Healing Technique, restoring her body to perfect health.
’I made it through alive!’
The divine, golden Power of Ti materialized in her palm, transforming into a sharp blade that tore open the void.
A ti tunnel, swirling like a black hole, slowly materialized.
Sang Luo stepped inside.
Everything around her slowly faded away. She thought she heard the voices of Fei Yuan and the others, but when she turned to look, there was nothing but darkness behind her.
"..."
She closed her eyes, and a golden line of light appeared before her. The line was incredibly long, guiding her as she walked slowly forward.
She didn’t know how long she walked.
The line of light grew fainter and fainter.
Until it disappeared completely.
The sounds of conversation and footsteps slowly reached her ears.
"Angel Leader, there’s an unfamiliar female over there with black hair!"
"Could she be a Fallen Angel?"
"Let’s capture her first and figure it out later!"
Sang Luo had just arrived, only to be confronted by several Angels yelling for her capture. She was almost seized and thrown in prison.
Not daring to fight back, she quickly turned invisible and fled, simultaneously using her spiritual power to erase the Angels’ mories of ever seeing her.
The few guards stood stunned for a mont, rubbing their heads in confusion before leaving.
The Holy Palace hadn’t changed much in hundreds, even thousands of years, so Sang Luo was very familiar with it. She rembered Minos once ntioning that his parents had passed away when he was very young. It was only then that the previous Holy Monarch took the throne. Minos himself had been the Saint Heir since childhood, and his chambers were located in the eastern part of the Holy Palace.
Having learned her lesson, Sang Luo changed her appearance to that of an ordinary mber of the Mixed Blood Angels, a disguise outsiders couldn’t see through.
"Are you a Servant in the palace? You look a bit unfamiliar. I don’t believe I’ve seen you before," the Angel Leader asked.
Sang Luo replied, "I’m new here."
"Let see your Holy Seal."
Sang Luo opened her right palm, where the Holy Seal required to enter and exit the Holy Hall was clearly visible.
The Holy Palace had nurous attendants and servants, so it was impossible for the Angel Leader to recognize everyone. As long as one possessed a Holy Seal, they had the right to enter and exit the Holy Palace.
From the idle gossip of the palace attendants, Sang Luo learned that Minos was the current Saint Heir of the Holy Palace. However, she didn’t know the exact point in ti she had traveled to. She wanted to see the Minos of this era but had yet to find a suitable opportunity.
She heard that the Saint Heir had been in poor health since birth, always weak and sickly. Just a few days ago, his Power of Ti had violently surged out of control, nearly killing him. Although he had been saved, he remained in a coma.
The Saint Heir’s chambers were heavily guarded, and as a re servant, she didn’t even have the right to approach.
Half a month later, Sang Luo finally found her chance.
She had spent the last several days trying to get on the Great Angel Leader’s good side. Seeing how nimble and clever she was, the Great Angel Leader gave her the opportunity to care for the young Saint Son.
The Angel Leader gave Sang Luo special instructions: the Young Master had a unique constitution and was very weak. He could not be exposed to the slightest impurity. Before entering his chambers, she had to change into special clothing and undergo various disinfection procedures upon both entering and exiting. The requirents were impossibly strict. Sang Luo complained inwardly, ’So this is where Minos’s germaphobia cos from, huh?’
"Saint Son, it’s ti for your dicine."
Sang Luo entered the hall, carrying the dicine.
She walked to the bed in the inner chamber, lifted the white bed canopy, and saw the unconscious, golden-haired boy.
He looked to be no more than twelve or thirteen years old. His face was gaunt and pale, completely devoid of vitality, like a blue rose on the verge of withering.
Sang Luo frowned. She had heard the rumors, but she never imagined that the young Minos would be this frail. The Power of Ti was far too imnse and terrifying for a child to bear.
’I could probably help him channel it, but I can’t do that.’
’This is all sothing Minos is fated to endure. I can’t alter the course of his life.’
Sang Luo placed the dicinal soup on the table. A golden dagger materialized in her palm, and she slowly approached the bed, aiming the dagger at the boy’s chest... There was no reaction.
This dagger, imbued with the power of all previous Holy Monarchs, was the bane of Fallen Angels. It was exceptionally sensitive to the corrupted Angel Power of the fallen.
The Life Soul Bone was still inside Minos’s body, and the Holy Monarch hadn’t yet had a chance to act. ’Good.’
Sang Luo breathed a sigh of relief. ’I didn’t end up in the wrong tiline.’
At so point, the boy on the sickbed had opened his eyes. He frowned at her, his voice, still tinged with youthfulness, as light as the wind. "Who... are you? Are you here to assassinate ?"
"Ah, no, no! Your Highness must have seen wrong!" Sang Luo hurriedly put away the dagger, smiling sheepishly.
The boy’s handso, light-gold eyebrows furrowed even deeper. He had clearly seen the sharp weapon in her hand, yet the dagger’s aura felt strangely familiar, and he hadn’t sensed any killing intent... ’How strange,’ he thought.
He studied the servant before him again. It was a completely unfamiliar face.
"You are not a Beastman from the Angel Clan. You’re an outsider."
the boy said slowly.
"..." ’I can’t believe he saw through at first glance. Minos is truly worthy of being the future Holy Monarch. My simple disguise might fool the people outside, but it can’t fool a young Minos.’
Sang Luo had no intention of dropping her disguise. Her first eting with Minos wasn’t supposed to happen for another thousand years. If they were to get acquainted now, it could disrupt the tiline, and the future might change into sothing unrecognizable.
"Get out," the boy said, his tone unfriendly.
"The Great Angel Leader specifically assigned to care for Your Highness. Please, drink your dicine first," Sang Luo said, picking up the bowl from the table and offering it to him.
The boy didn’t take it. Instead, he called out toward the door, "Soone, co."
The fear of being dismissed washed over Sang Luo. "Young Master, what are you doing? Have I served you improperly? Please, you can tell if there’s anything you need!"
The boy was weak, and his voice was faint. "You’re not one of my people. Your origins are unknown. I... COUGH, COUGH... I don’t feel safe... I will ask the Angel Leader to reinvestigate your identity..."
He had wanted to strike the mont he laid eyes on her, but he had just awoken and lacked the strength. His body was too weak to channel any power, which was the only reason he had spared her.
"Please rest assured, Your Highness. I would never harm you. I truly only wish to take care of you!" Sang Luo declared with absolute loyalty. "If I really had any ill intent, I would have acted while Your Highness was unconscious!"
"You were holding a dagger just now."
"...That... Your Highness really must have seen wrong!" ’This is so hard to explain,’ she lanted inwardly.
The boy studied her quietly for a few seconds. Perhaps because he truly couldn’t detect any obvious malice, he relented slightly. "If you want to trust you, you shouldn’t be showing a false face."
"This..."
Sang Luo hesitated.
The boy opened his mouth. "Soone, co."
"Alright, fine! I’ll remove my disguise! But I’ll only show you, Your Highness. Please, you must promise not to tell anyone else!"
The boy looked at Sang Luo in surprise, then gave a slight nod.
There were no female servants in the palace; all attendants and servants were male. For convenience, Sang Luo had simply disguised herself as a tall, sturdy male servant.
In the blink of an eye, the burly man, who stood nearly two ters tall, transford into a graceful and slender woman with a beautiful, enchanting face. The sight was an undeniable shock to the boy; his azure pupils constricted and trembled slightly.
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