If all else failed, she could call the guards to kill her!

Feeling motivated, Meng Fuyao could not help but swing her fist aggressively in the air, and this caused the mist to flow. The scene before her darkened and brightened, and Zhan Beiye appeared.

Meng Fuyao ignored that sight and stood rooted to the ground. 'That's a fake.'

When Zhan Beiye saw her, his eyes shone, and he extended his hand to grab her.

Meng Fuyao continued to stand still. 'That's a fake.'

Shadow Blade, who was resting beside her, suddenly opened his eyes. He was about to stand up, but Zhan Beiye's grip has already landed on her.

Meng Fuyao felt the weight of steel on her arm as his grip was as solid as a boulder, and he seemed unwilling to ever let go. That firm feeling was obviously not fake, but in her shock, she instinctively avoided it. The foggy scene in front of her changed, and she was brought over to Zhan Beiye's side.

Beside her, thick plumes of fog continued to produce thundering noises, but