Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Chapter 1229: Entering the Palace to Meet the Divine!
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Upon leaving the Minister of War's Residence, Wang Chong immediately went back to his own home.
"Chong-er, you've finally returned!"
The gate of the Wang Family Residence was brightly lit, and Wang Chong's mother was waiting with several maids. When she saw Wang Chong's slim figure, she immediately embraced him while weeping tears of joy. There was no mother in the world that didn't love their own children, and no matter how mighty Wang Chong was on the outside world or if he was a King or Marquis, in the eyes of his mother, he would always be that willful and naughty child that required a mother's care.
With her son back home, Madam Zhao asked nothing, only laid out a sumptuous dinner for Wang Chong and watched him eat.
The night passed peacefully, and once dinner was over, Wang Chong returned to his room. There seemed to be an invisible barrier around the Wang Family Residence that kept out all the storms and court debates. Wang Chong also had no desire to bring court politics back home.
"Just what is going on?"
Late in the night, Wang Chong sat on his bed, his eyes half-closed as he racked his mind for clues. Everything he had seen and heard about: Khorasan, Qixi, his meeting with Geshu Han, the people he had encountered at the gate and the events there, his conversations with his big uncle, the old butler, and Zhangchou Jianqiong… he reviewed all these pieces of information, repeatedly examining each detail.
Suddenly, Wang Chong once more recalled the three Confucian experts who had taken his military authority and the mysterious mark on their wrists.
Wang Chong had an idea.
"Is it them? Could it be?"
Wang Chong muttered to himself as he vaguely began to understand. However, his mind still had far too many doubts.
Hoothoot!
As he was thinking, the flapping of wings and the call of an owl could be heard outside, shaking Wang Chong from his stupor.
Wang Chong blinked once and then called out from his
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