Villains Aren't Chapter 80: The Night Before

Chapter 80: Chapter 80: The Night Before

The feast had long since concluded, leaving the Palace in a state of tranquil, silver-lit grace.

However, for the younger inhabitants of the inner sanctum, the night was only beginning.

Feng Yani, fueled by a sugar high from celestial nectar and an obsessive curiosity, had practically dragged Ning Xueli by the arm toward the secluded testing ranges of the palace.

The little ancestor was relentless, her golden eyes wide with a manic shimr as she begged to see the structural blueprints of the "Little Boy" or, at the very least, a live demonstration of a high-yield spiritual detonation to light up the midnight sky.

Qinq’er, ever the silent shadow, followed several paces behind them, after all her presence was a necessity, especially when Yani and explosives were ntioned in the sa sentence, as the structural integrity of the Shen Domain was usually at stake.

anwhile, Feng Yuyan had vanished into her laboratory to check on her latest "stitching" projects, and Leng Shuang had retreated to the ditation spires to oversee the midnight shift of the Shadow Guard’s training.

Haoran, left to his own devices, decided to wash away the travel-worn dust of the Eastern Region.

He spent nearly an hour in the palace’s private hot springs, where the water was infused with Dragon-Blood herbs and Spirit-Gathering Incense.

The steam rose in thick, white plus, clinging to the jade-carved walls.

And when he finally stepped out, drying himself with a flick of his Qi, a Shadow Guard materialized from the mist.

She knelt, her voice a low murmur, "You g master, the mistress has requested your presence in her private bedchambers once you are refreshed."

"I see. Very well."

With that, the Shadow Guard vanished into the shadows.

Following the summons, Haoran dressed in a simple, loose-fitting black silk robe as he navigated the silent, winding corridors of the inner palace until he reached the towering, dark-wood doors of Chu Xueyu’s chambers.

He knocked twice, the sound echoing softly in the hall.

"Co in," his mother’s voice sounded.

It was soft, lodic, and held a strange, underlying vibration that seed to resonate directly with his bone marrow.

Haoran pushed the doors open and entered, closing them firmly behind him.

The room was illuminated by a single, floating "Moon-Pearl