Chapter 652: A Clue to the Seventh Sister

The command, “To the Imperial Palace,” hung in the air of the Rolls-Royce, sharp and frigid as a shard of winter ice. The driver, a seasoned veteran from the Martial Lord’s personal guard, felt a tremor of fear run down his spine, his hands tightening instinctively on the wheel. He didn't dare question the order, but the sheer, unadulterated killing intent radiating from the back seat was enough to suffocate a lesser man. Zoey Long, however, remained a bastion of calm amidst the raging...