Wang Jianchong quivered from head to toe, then struggled his way out of the cliffside. He took a deep breath and was just about to say something when—

Ning Sihua’s brow furrowed slightly. “Do you have something else to say?”

Her pleasant voice carried a hint of a chill. Wang Jianchong’s heart sank. He clasped his fist and lowered his head. “I’ll carry out your orders, Palace Master.”

With that, he turned and limped off, his heart filled with sourness and bewilderment. I’m still a vice palace master here, aren’t I? Why would the palace master attack me? I just don’t get it.

Li Fengxing watched him disappear. Waves coursed through his heart too, and he couldn’t calm down. He realized that something strange was happening, and he fell increasingly silent.

As for Wen Lingzhao, she was equally quiet. She was trying her best to stay calm, but her heart surged with emotions she couldn’t quite tame, to the point that her bewilderment showed on her face. She stood there, dazed and distracted.

Then, out of nowhere, Su Yi said, “That’s two people whose lives you’ve saved from right under my nose.”

This declaration seemed a bit random.

But Ning Sihua instantly understood. “Fellow Daoist, you were right: when you dwell within the mundane world, it's hard to avoid its fetters. I am the palace...