The Silver King squinted his eyes and said lightly, "There's only one possibility."

The Golden King said in a low voice, "They don't trust their own Primordial."

"Mhm."

Huai Yin said leisurely, "The Ancient Supreme are incredibly powerful. No matter how many Primordials there are, they can't threaten them. So why are they so wary? I think it's because after ascending the Stairway to Immortality, the Supremes undergo a certain transformation, making them too weak at that stage."

"Looking back at history, the Candle Dragon Venerable seemed to have experienced a rebellion by the Primordials."

The Silver King pondered, "Are you suggesting the Order of the Hidden again?"

A cold glint flashed in her eyes as if recalling past events.

The Golden King raised his eyebrows, frowning deeply.

"The Order of the Hidden is just the name they've evolved into today."

Huai Yin remarked, "No wonder they could drive Chi so mad back then. These people are truly terrifying. Look, even the Candle Dragon and Qilin would be cautious. They must have prepared the safest escape routes for themselves. After all, the Ancient Supreme have the ability to glimpse destiny, but we do not."

Having said that, he coughed violently, covering his lips with a handkerchief, coughing up a few drops of blood.

His old ailment had returned.

Ding dong.

The door to the isolation ward in the intensive care unit opened, and the red light turned green.

This indicated that the President was temporarily out of life-threatening danger.

However, the three Catastrophes could clearly sense it.

The Heavenly Person Qi that always enveloped this world had weakened considerably.

"The three Catastrophes."

An elderly doctor with white hair, leaning on a cane, walked over and said shakily, "The President requests your presence. There is something very important he needs to tell you face-to-face."

The Silver King, always in sync with the Master, was more concerned about the elderly's condition and strode over.

"Junior Sister is still filial."

The Golden King turned to look at his Senior Brother, expressionless, and said, "Could it be about dividing the inheritance?"

Huai Yin laughed, "Who knows."

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Yokohama under the night is always so bright and bustling. Looking down the long street, it's all festive lights and decorations, massive signs glowing with colorful Neon, and the aesthetic of the Yingzhou people is always so flamboyant.

The surging crowd seemed to be immersed in a lavish city, with many young couples taking selfies under the ginkgo trees, and beautiful girls in yukatas posing for pictures by the riverbank. Children ran past with ice cream, and in the distant night, a giant Gundam loomed, like a Giant guarding the world.

Skylark vaguely remembered she knew Japanese and had been to Ying Province before. This was not a likable country, its glamorous surface hiding an already bloated decline, but it was fun.

It's great for tourism, but that's about it.

She wore oversized sunglasses, barely covering her stunningly beautiful face. Her long hair, tied with a headband, lay gently on her back. A black and white short dress accentuated her slender waist, and below the skirt were long, slender legs wrapped in knee-high socks. Her little leather shoes tapped crisply on the street.

As the wind blew, a strong scent of Lan She perfume wafted through the air.

Her bangs fluttered, a snow-white delicate chin, and enticing curves, all so attention-grabbing.

Yet no one approached her.

Because beside her was a cold young man.

The young man also wore sunglasses, his half-revealed face showing hard lines. A black suit paired with a white shirt, a pitch-black tie looking expensive, hands clad in white gloves, straight black pants spotless, and crocodile leather shoes polished to a shine, he resembled both a butler and a killer.

Especially notable was the giant guitar case slung on his back, the contents unknown.

The look was peculiar, but not uncommon in Ying Province.

"Is this cosplay?"

"They look like a couple, both so good-looking."

"They really match."

Skylark didn't mind the pointing from passersby, as long as they didn't disturb her.

"Go, buy me some tamagoyaki."

She raised her right hand, nails painted red, strings of silver thread extending from them.

Gu Jianlin moved like a puppet, manipulated by her to queue at a street vendor.

Skylark, like a lover, affectionately linked her arm with his to ward off any advances.

Life isn't easy, the young lady sighed.

Losing memory is truly painful.

In her limited memory, she can't quite recall how she survived before.

Just this noon, after disembarking, she skillfully avoided an unknown attack with her Male Sacrifice, planning to buy some daily necessities from a convenience store, only to encounter another round of pursuit.

This time, the enemy was quite tricky, a Sixth Order Extinguisher from the Overlord Path, hiding on a building across the street with a sniper rifle. Fortunately, she noticed the reflection from a mirror in the convenience store.

She turned back, performed a Space Jump, flashing to the enemy's back, and slit his throat.

She reaped a handsome sum of cash and seized a Mythical Weapon known as Qiansi Puppetry.

As the name suggests, it allows one to manipulate others like a marionette with illusory threads.

This made things much easier, saving her from carrying an unconscious man down the street.

Every time she encountered police questioning, she had to run.