Chapter 687: Chapter 186 When the Ti Cos, You Can’t Despise (Please Subscribe)
Cheng Guang swept towards the Great Zhou Imperial Palace.
Wu Ling’s quarters in the Crown Prince East Palace were located in the northwest corner of the Great Zhou Imperial Palace.
Normally, Cheng Guang would not dare to approach the Great Zhou Imperial Palace in the state of his Primordial Spirit, as he did now.
But now, the entire Great Zhou Imperial Palace no longer had anyone who could instill fear in Cheng Guang.
Cheng Guang directly entered the Great Zhou Imperial Palace and, in a short ti, found Wu Ling’s residence.
After entering Wu Ling’s residence, he headed to the rear palace’s sleeping quarters.
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Wu Ling was cultivating, her brows flickering with specks of starlight.
It seed as if Cheng Guang could peer through Wu Ling’s brow to see the Primordial Spirit within her mind.
Wu Ling’s Primordial Spirit appeared as a miniature version of herself, maintaining the sa posture as Wu Ling, sitting quietly in ditation.
The noise of Cheng Guang’s appearance initially did not attract Wu Ling’s attention, as if she had not sensed it at all.
Later on, Wu Ling felt sothing was amiss, as if she sensed soone watching her, and her eyes slightly opened, surveying her surroundings.
At the sa ti.
Wu Ling’s face, beautiful and pure as jade, also involuntarily showed so confusion, though by this ti Wu Ling was already seated in a high position.
Yet the naivete on her face had not completely faded away.
In the sleeping quarters where Wu Ling was alone, she looked around bewilderedly, her youthful naivete and confusion apparent. After scratching her head, she murmured,
“Why do I feel like soone is watching ?”
Wu Ling frowned, puzzled again, and after surveying the surroundings for a while, it seed as if she found nothing.
Then she slowly closed her eyes again, preparing to resu her cultivation.
Cheng Guang stood in front of Wu Ling, observing her figure, finding it strange that Wu Ling did not detect him.
While his own cultivation level permitted him to remain unseen by most strong individuals,
Wu Ling, also a cultivator of the Spirit Dao with extraordinary talent, should have been able to notice him.
Just as Cheng Guang prepared to reveal himself, Wu Ling, who was about to resu her cultivation, suddenly looked up and cast her gaze toward him.
“Who are you, and why have you co here?”
Wu Ling’s gaze was directly fixated on the spot where Cheng Guang stood, and her originally beautiful and slightly naive expression had now beco extrely serene and authoritarian.
Cheng Guang was startled by Wu Ling’s words.
Then, before he could speak or respond,
Wu Ling turned her gaze elsewhere.
“If you have sothing to say, show yourself. Why behave like a coward, hiding and lurking?”
Seeing Wu Ling’s reaction, Cheng Guang fell into silence.
Well now.
It turned out that Wu Ling had not really discovered him; she was only bluffing.
Still, if you’re going to bluff, at least do it convincingly.
After only briefly fixing her gaze on him, she quickly shifted it in another direction.
So her initial look in his direction was completely by chance?
Cheng Guang remained silent for a while, watching Wu Ling perform her one-woman show, seeing her stand up and looking ready to dash out at any mont.
Cheng Guang then no longer concealed his own Primordial Spirit.
The Primordial Spirit shifted from the ethereal state to a physical presence, revealing itself in Wu Ling’s sleeping quarters.
Wu Ling sensed the movent behind her, whipped her head around, and her gaze fell upon Cheng Guang’s Primordial Spirit.
At first, Wu Ling thought that so mysterious strong individual had entered her sleeping quarters.
After all.
Anyone who could enter her sleeping quarters undetected by her, and remain where she could not discern their location, would have a level of cultivation not comparable to her own.
Unsure of the newcor’s intentions, Wu Ling was prepared to stall this unknown visitor and make a dash for the door.
But then.
Before Wu Ling could put her plan into action, the stranger she suspected voluntarily revealed his presence.
Wu Ling watched as the transparent Primordial Spirit slowly appeared in the sleeping quarters, its form gradually becoming clearer.
Her bright eyes began to widen involuntarily.
Once Wu Ling clearly saw the form of the Primordial Spirit, her bright eyes were completely stupefied.
She did not react for a mont.
Simply staring at the figure of the Primordial Spirit in the sleeping quarters.
The Primordial Spirit was pure white and ethereal, its appearance strikingly handso as if an Immortal had descended from the heavens, naturally exuding a remarkably extraordinary aura.
“The Princely Heir??”
“You…”
“Is it really you, Princely Heir??”
Wu Ling looked at Cheng Guang, taking a long pause before once again involuntarily speaking, addressing Cheng Guang’s Primordial Spirit with almost a questioning of her life.
Cheng Guang, hearing Wu Ling’s words, nodded slightly.
He directly admitted his identity.
Upon receiving Cheng Guang’s affirmation, the confusion in Wu Ling’s heart and the shock on her face did not dissipate one bit, instead growing more intense.
Wu Ling’s heart was instantly thrown into chaos.
“Princely Heir, have you…”
“Have you truly beco a Sky-Man?”
Wu Ling’s lips parted slightly, her gaze full of doubt as she addressed Cheng Guang’s Primordial Spirit.
Wu Ling knew that Cheng Guang possessed the strength of a Sky-Man.
That day in Hundred Mile City, when Cheng Guang single-handedly defended the entire city and its soldiers—a feat witnessed by countless others.
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