Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Zi Zhuque sat quietly in front of the large desk, his posture slightly stiff, his eyes revealing deep worry. His brows were tightly twisted together, the wrinkles were as deep as ravines, as if it was a puzzle hidden in the endless darkness, no matter how hard he tried, he could not find the clues to solve it. His mind was like a tangled mess, with all kinds of complicated thoughts churning in his mind. Those thoughts were like tangled silk threads, intertwined with each other, making him feel extremely troubled. These thoughts were like surging waves, constantly impacting his heart, making him feel an indescribable irritability and anxiety, as if the whole world had become heavy and depressing at this moment.

At this moment, there was a rhythmic knock on the door outside the office. The sound was particularly abrupt and clear in the dead silence. Each knock was like a heavy hammer, hitting Zi Zhuque's heart hard, making his heart tighten involuntarily. He responded with a slightly tired voice: "Come in." His voice revealed deep helplessness and fatigue, as if these two words had exhausted all his strength. The voice was low and hoarse, as if it was a sigh from the depths of his soul.

As the door was slowly pushed open, Madam Feng and her sister slowly walked into the office. Zi Zhuque subconsciously looked up, and the moment he saw the person clearly, he couldn't help but show a look of shock on his face. His eyes were full of disbelief, an expression as if he had seen the most impossible thing. His eyes were wide open, his pupils shrank sharply, and the muscles on his face twitched slightly because of surprise. He said in a slightly trembling voice: "Why is my sister here? Could this be a conspiracy of the elders of the Red Dragon Empire? Damn, these people are so shameless!" After saying that, he slammed the table hard, and the force was so great that it seemed to smash the table into pieces. The dull sound of his palm hitting the table echoed in the office, and his eyes were burning with a raging flame of hatred, which was hot and violent, as if it wanted to devour everything in the world and turn it into ashes.

When Madam Feng heard what Zi Zhuque said, she showed a surprised expression on her face. Her eyes were wide open, full of astonishment and confusion, as if she was unprepared for this sudden situation. Her lips trembled slightly, like petals shivering in the cold wind. She wanted to say something, but her throat was blocked by an invisible force, and she didn't know where to start. Her body trembled slightly, as if she was a branch swaying in the cold wind, looking so helpless and fragile.

At this time, the younger sister showed an expression of disbelief on her face, and her eyes were full of doubt and anger. Those eyes seemed to be two sharp swords, piercing straight at the Purple Vermilion Bird. Her face became gloomy, and her brows knitted tightly together, forming a deep "chuan" character. She said loudly: "We are all from the same tribe, why do you say that to the elders? If the elders had not resurrected me, I would have been forgotten by you in the corner of time." There was a trace of grievance and unwillingness in her voice, and the voice echoed in the air, as if it was the pain and helpless accusation in her heart. Her hands were clenched into fists, and her knuckles turned white because of the force.

Zi Zhuque's face became serious. His eyes were like torches, and he looked at his sister firmly, as if he wanted to see through her appearance and see her true thoughts. His eyes revealed a kind of majesty that people dared not ignore easily. He said slowly: "They definitely used evil magic to resurrect you in order to use you and create trouble in front of us." His voice was full of firmness and confidence, and it was an unquestionable tone, as if he had seen through the truth of all the conspiracies. His expression was solemn, as if he was thinking about some important problem.

After hearing this, my sister showed a look of exasperation on her face. Her face instantly turned red, as if it had been burned by a raging fire. Her eyes were filled with anger, and that anger seemed to burn everything in front of her to ashes. Her breathing became rapid, and her chest rose and fell violently. She shouted angrily: "You have been so unfair to me for so many years. You didn't even think about resurrecting me, but the elders resurrected me. You want me to resent the elders and be grateful to you. How can this be possible!" After saying that, she turned around without hesitation and slammed the door with all her strength. The loud sound of the door closing was like thunder, echoing throughout the office, as if it was the ultimate release of her inner anger, which made people terrified. The moment the door was closed, the whole office seemed to tremble, and a tense atmosphere filled the air.

Madam Feng's face clearly showed a trace of reluctance, and her eyes were full of worry and concern for her sister. It was an emotion that came from the depths of her heart, deep and strong, as if her sister's departure was not only a physical departure, but also took away a part of her heart, leaving a hole that was difficult to fill. Her footsteps moved forward slowly and uncontrollably, as if she wanted to catch up with her sister at all costs and keep her. However, halfway through, she seemed to be restrained by an invisible force and stopped abruptly. Her eyes were intertwined with hesitation and contradiction, and the complex emotions made her seem a little overwhelmed. Her lips trembled slightly, as if she was whispering something, but the voice was so subtle that it was almost inaudible, like a whisper in the wind, ethereal and illusory.

At this moment, Zi Zhuque sighed softly, and that sigh contained endless helplessness and vicissitudes. His eyes became more distant and deep, as if he had really traveled through the long river of time and space and saw the distant and almost blurred past.

A trace of pain slowly emerged on his face. That expression was like scars ruthlessly carved by time, deeply imprinted in the depths of his soul. No matter how hard he tried, it was difficult to erase it. He slowly said, "All this happened a long, long time ago. That past, like a scar on my body, is like a nightmare, tightly entangled and difficult to dissipate."

His voice revealed a deep sadness, which was like the biting cold wind in late autumn, icy and piercing, as if every word carried those unbearable past events, causing his heart to fall into the abyss of pain again, unable to extricate himself. His body was trembling slightly, and that trembling seemed to be an external manifestation of his inner pain, as if he was enduring a huge, unspeakable pain, and this pain was swallowing him up bit by bit.