Even More Awkward Than Before

"If she's not Lucy Luan, why are you so anxious?" The Celestial Empress said. "I've already promised you—I'll make sure you get what you want!"

Henry Xiao: "I..."

"Come back!"

Henry Xiao struggled to stand.

Then, full of melancholy and resignation, he let go of Lily Bai's hand and returned to his place.

"Jian Que," Leo Li commanded, his voice cold. "Attend to the Chrono Dial—now."

A man emerged from Leo Li’s retinue—short, pale, and radiating an icy, forbidding aura. This was Jian Que, one of Leo Li’s chief right-hand men.

"Lily Bai, come back." Leo Li's tone was no longer gentle—it carried a commanding edge, filled with invisible pressure.

Lily Bai turned to look at him, then step by step walked back.

She'd always been clever.

If she really was Lucy Luan reincarnated, she'd probably be executed.

If she wasn't, Leo Li might still twist things to say she was...

This was her death tribulation!

She glanced at Divine Lord Tanya Quinn out of the corner of her eye. Tanya's face was unreadable, one hand tapping idly on her knee.

Would she save me?

Or maybe even she couldn't save me now?

She really wanted to see how thick the death-cloud above her head was.

Too bad—she couldn't see her own.

She spotted her master sneaking nervous glances at Divine Lord Tanya Quinn, clearly praying for her to step in.

But a Supreme Divine Lord was a Supreme Divine Lord—there was no reading what she was thinking at all...

Lily Bai felt anxious.

And scared, too.

If she'd known, she would've gone home and seen her parents before coming to Drake Abyss.

If she'd known, she would've summoned the fake Shenxiao before coming to Drake Abyss and dealt with him...

"Don't be afraid." Suddenly, she heard someone sending her a voice transmission. "If you are, I'll take you away."

The voice was calm and beautiful.

Could it be... Qilin Divine Lord Soren Lann?

Was he really speaking to her?

Right, Adrian Drake said Lucy Luan was a Qilin Saint Maiden.

Maybe the Qilin Divine Lord knew her before? Lucy Luan, Lord Faustin, Lily Bai...

She didn’t dare look toward the Qilin Divine Clan, heading straight for Leo Li.

All the warmth and gentleness had faded from Adrian Drake; his fists clenched tight.

High God Ethan Lu’s gaze grew darker and darker.

Nine Li had no idea what was happening, but his heart was pounding like it was about to leap out of his chest.

Every god in the hall was staring at her.

"Jian Que," Leo Li called out. "I’ll need your help!"

A man stepped out from Leo Li’s retinue—short, pale, and radiating a cold aura that warned strangers to keep their distance.

He was a member of the Vermilion Divine Clan.

Twenty thousand years ago, the Vermilion Divine Clan committed a grave offense.

Later, they tried to split away from the Southern Realm more than once. Over the years, the Vermilion clansmen faded from high divine politics and scattered to the lower worlds.