Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Li Qingfei's cold eyes were like the biting frost wind in the cold night of deep winter, piercing the Chu Emperor in front of him like a cold blade. The coldness and determination contained in those eyes seemed to be able to freeze all the warmth in the world in an instant. Under this gaze like an ice cave, the Chu Emperor couldn't help but tremble slightly. His eyes were full of fear and obedience. At this moment, he was really like a dog wagging its tail to beg for mercy. His dignity and pride had long been completely shattered.

The extremely humble appearance of the Chu Emperor made Li Qingfei's mouth slightly raised, and a contemptuous smile slowly bloomed on her face. The smile was full of the arrogance and disdain of the winner, as if she was mocking the incompetence and weakness of the Chu Emperor. Then, she nodded gently, and the action seemed casual, but it was full of irresistible majesty, as if every move she made could determine the life and death of others. Then, she turned around gracefully, and the hem of her skirt fluttered in the wind. The dancing of the hem of her skirt seemed to be a silent declaration, announcing her victory in this power struggle.

At the same time, her cold voice rang out: "Put away that expression on your face. You don't have the power to resist now. Before you have the power to resist, I will completely eradicate you." These words were like the cold wind of winter, ruthlessly blowing through the heart of Chu Di, causing his heart to instantly fall into an ice cellar. After hearing these words, Chu Di's body trembled violently, as if struck by lightning. His eyes instantly became empty and lifeless, and the whole person seemed to have lost his soul and instantly became distraught. He knelt on the ground powerlessly, holding his shoulders tightly with his hands, and his trembling hands seemed to be telling of his inner fear and despair. His eyes were full of despair and helplessness. At this moment, he deeply felt that he was really like a stray dog, ruthlessly abandoned in this cold world.

The King of Chu took a deep breath, trying to struggle out of the endless despair and cheer himself up. He slowly and laboriously stood up from the ground, his body swaying like dry grass in the wind, looking miserable. He lowered his head, as if carrying a heavy burden, and walked in one direction dejectedly. His footsteps were heavy and slow, as if every step required all his strength. The heavy footsteps echoed in the empty palace, as if it was the painful groan in his heart.

Finally, he hid in a remote small house. The house was dilapidated, with the lime peeling off the walls, revealing mottled bricks and stones. The tiles on the roof were also incomplete, and whenever it rained, the house would drip and leak. However, for the King of Chu at this moment, this dilapidated house seemed to be his last safe haven.

Soon, heavy footsteps were heard, breaking the silence of the small house like thunder. It turned out that someone had come to deliver food. It was an ordinary servant of Xiaoyao Sect. The servant had a blank expression on his face, and his eyes revealed a hint of indifference and disgust. He threw the food on the ground casually, as if it was not food for people to eat, but a pile of useless garbage. The moment the food fell to the ground, some dust was splashed, making the food, which was not very good to begin with, look even worse.

Then, he turned around and left without hesitation, without stopping for a moment. The King of Chu looked at the steamed buns thrown on the ground, and a sense of sadness surged in his heart. He found that the steamed buns were covered with moldy spots, and the green mold was like the mark of the devil, corroding the only food. However, he was too hungry to care about much.

Bitter tears slowly welled up in the eyes of the King of Chu, and the tears slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the moldy buns. With trembling hands, he picked off the moldy parts of the buns one by one, and his movements were very careful, as if he was treating the most precious treasures in the world. His fingers seemed a little clumsy because of the trembling, but he still tried his best to remove the mold.

Then, he opened his mouth and ate the steamed buns mouthful by mouthful, each mouthful filled with endless bitterness and helplessness. The dry steamed buns were chewed with difficulty in his mouth, as if he was chewing his own miserable fate.

At the same time, in the hall of Xiaoyao Gate, Li Qingfei was holding an important meeting. The hall was spacious and magnificent, with gorgeous crystal chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling, illuminating the entire hall with brilliant light. On the walls hung exquisite murals depicting various myths, legends and historical stories. However, at this moment, the entire hall was filled with a tense atmosphere.

The first and second elders sat in their seats with serious expressions, their eyes were filled with worry, and they seemed to be uneasy about the current situation. The first elder frowned, and his fingers kept tapping on the table, making a slight sound. The second elder sat there quietly, his eyes deep, and it was unknown what he was thinking about.

Caitlin, on the other hand, had a hollow look in her eyes, like a deep black hole that swallowed up all the light. She sat there quietly, like a puppet that had lost its soul, dull and numb. Her originally smooth hair now looked a little messy, hanging lifelessly on her shoulders, as if telling of the helplessness of her owner. Her face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood. It was obvious that she had been controlled by Li Qingfei's powerful power and had lost herself. Her body was trembling slightly, and the trembling was not from the cold, but as if she was enduring some kind of indescribable pain. This pain was like an invisible sharp blade, piercing her body and mind again and again.

Li Qingfei sat high in the first seat, her figure was as straight as a pine tree, exuding a majestic aura. Her face was filled with a smug look, a kind of confidence and satisfaction in controlling everything. She was dressed in a gorgeous robe, which was like flowing colorful clouds, gorgeous and dazzling. The robe was embroidered with exquisite patterns, which were lifelike, as if containing mysterious power, flashing dazzling light, and people could not ignore it. At this moment, she truly felt the experience of a king who said what he meant, and those who followed me prospered, and those who went against me died. Her eyes swept across everyone present like a sharp sword, revealing an unquestionable majesty in her eyes. That gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the soul of a person and reach deep into his heart, making people shudder, as if under this gaze, everyone became small and fragile.

The whole hall was filled with an extremely tense atmosphere, so heavy that it was almost impossible to breathe. Everyone was silent, afraid to speak easily, for fear that they would accidentally anger the new ruler and bring disaster to themselves. They sat there quietly, their bodies tense, their eyes full of anxiety and fear, waiting for Li Qingfei's next instructions, as if their fate was firmly in the hands of this woman, like duckweed in the wind, drifting with the flow. The hall was eerily quiet, even the sound of a needle falling to the ground could be heard clearly. This silence made people feel depressed and suffocated. Only the sound of Li Qingfei occasionally flipping through documents seemed particularly clear in the silence. The slight friction of the paper was like the bell of fate, and every time it sounded, people's hearts trembled.