Chu Qingkuang and Nangong Xichao were deep in thought. It seemed that the reason why they escaped from the mausoleum so easily was because Ximenque's attention had completely shifted to the joy of catching Zhong Lichen.

He looked at her inquiringly, and Chu Qingkuang nodded at him, making him even more convinced that the person Ximen Que had captured was Zhong Lichen.

"I have seen the spiritual power of the Banished Immortal Master. How could Ximenque catch him?" Nangong Xichao asked doubtfully after returning to the room.

"You don't know that Ximen Que is treacherous and cunning. He set up a white mist array in the palace to trap us first, and then he will reap the benefits after we are all injured and our spiritual power is damaged."

Nangong Xichao looked at his palm, and there were purple marks on it, which were signs of poisoning. This poison would not kill him, but it would block his spiritual power. Over time, he

If his spiritual power is not utilized, it will disappear automatically. Even if he is detoxified one day, he will only become a useless person.

Chu Qingkuang knew what he was thinking and asked tentatively: "Is the antidote only available in Ximenque?"

Nangong Xichao nodded.

Chu Qingkuang didn't say any more, "It's getting late. I'm going back to my room to rest. Let's discuss the countermeasures together tomorrow!"

Nangong Xichao only stayed with her because she was really tired and did not interfere with her. However, after she came out, she did not go back to the room, but went straight out of the inn.

She already had a plan in mind. No matter what, she would go to the palace and make a deal with Ximen Que.

Ximen Que caught the person he had always wanted to catch. Even if he got the news of Nangong Xichao's escape, he would not take it seriously. Nangong Xichao was poisoned and he would come to him for the antidote no matter what.

On the altar of the Western Dynasty Imperial Court, Ximen Que sat high in the main seat. There was a man tied to a huge wooden stake on the table below. This man was wearing a dirty white robe, with broken hair in front of his forehead.

In front of him, the man's eyes were half-covered, but the exposed face made people secretly frightened.

Is there anyone so good-looking in this world?

Ximenque was lying on the chair, tapping the armrest with his fingers casually, looking in the direction of Zhong Lichen with a half-smile.

No matter how powerful he was, he, Ximen Que, could still catch him. He, Ximen Que, was an unprecedented hero, unmatched by anyone.

To celebrate the capture of his biggest rival, Ximenque specially invited the best band in Beijing to perform.

A subordinate ran over to him and reported, "General, the people from the band have arrived. Does the general want to call for a performance?"

Ximenque waved his hand casually. His subordinates understood what he meant and hurriedly went down to make arrangements.

Before anyone could get closer, the sound of silk and bamboo could be heard faintly. Suddenly a red ribbon floated down from the sky, and a beautiful voice sang. The person singing deliberately lowered his voice. It sounded ethereal and unreal.

, but it makes the person singing even more mysterious.

Ximenque raised his eyebrows and looked at the ribbon, only to see a dazzling white figure appear on the ribbon. The dazzling white figure was set off by the bright red, making it even more dazzling.

With an ethereal singing voice, the woman in white came gracefully. The big red ribbon was connected to a stone lion at his feet. The woman fell to the ground just not far from him.

Suddenly smelling a refreshing fragrance, Ximenque subconsciously took a deep breath.
Chapter completed!