Gao Xin slammed the golden gavel on the judge’s bench. It scattered into energy shards. Then the entire domain crumbled from the impact.0

Reality flooded back. The four of them found themselves in the brightly lit dining room, seated around the table. The hot pot bubbled, and food sizzled in the dry pot. Aromas of spices and steam filled the air.0

A strange silence came and went. Wang Zikai lowered his chopsticks with a soft sigh. “Told you it wasn’t a good idea to seek out your uncle, Gao Xinxin, but you wouldn’t listen.”0

Gao Xinxin studied the back of her left hand, where a scale pattern had appeared...0