Is it the Emperor?
This was the first thought that crossed the mind of the Emperor's younger sister.
But the royal bloodline's treasured weapon, the Great Zhou Twilight Sword, wasn't with the royal lineage at all.
Moreover, Grace River was in the palace, overseeing everything; she couldn't possibly have the energy to personally come to Swimming City.
Who could it be?
Could it be that damn man the Emperor is always thinking about?
Impossible!
She had been found by Lillian Thompson—how could that damn man possibly know?
Staring at the Great Zhou Twilight Sword embedded in the ground before her, the Emperor's younger sister was lost in confusion.
She didn't dare to feel joy, fearing that what followed hope might be endless despair.
"Who's there? Get out here!" The Ghost Martial Tribe Great Grandmaster's blood poured from his body, his legs trembling in agony!
Humiliation!
The dual blow to his spirit and flesh made this Great Grandmaster grind his teeth in hatred!
