“No! Stop the mirror! Don’t look inside my soul-core—that is my sacred heavenly secret!”
On the center of the white-jade banquet stage, Second Prince Qian Ye [Regressor Halo: 10%] shrieked like a cornered jackal.
He could feel the invisible scanning beam of the crystal sugar-peach diving straight past his twenty-year-old surface thoughts into the locked, blood-colored vault of his 100-Year Regression Memory!
If the five million citizens and soldiers of the Great Qian Kingdom saw what he had done during his eighty years. Emperor in his previous timeline, not even the ancestral shrine of the Qian Royal Clan would be able to save his skin!
Driven by marrow-freezing terror, Qian Ye lunged wildly across the stage with both clawed hands outstretched, aiming a desperate palm-strike to smash the ten-foot [Five-Tier Immortal Longevity Peach Cake] into frosting!
At the central guest table twenty feet away, Gu Changsheng , at Rank 4 Peak, didn’t even bother standing up from his bamboo armchair.
While his left hand kept pouring a warm cup of osmanthus honey-milk for seven-year-old Su Nuannuan. Gu Changsheng picked up a single spare wooden chopstick from the porcelain rest beside his plate with his right hand and flicked his thumb once.
