Su Yi swept his gaze around the air. “Are you telling me someone put you up to this?”

Lei Feng bitterly shook his head. “I wouldn’t say that. Rather, someone exploited us…”

Su Yi’s eyebrows rose. “Let’s hear it.”

“Last night, a man who called himself Chu Xiu came looking for Junior Apprentice Brother Ting He and I…” Lei Feng took a deep breath, but just as he was about to tell the whole story, cold laughter filled the distant night skies.

“Spiritual Manifestation cultivators of the Qingyi Dao Sect are really this wimpy?”

Before the voice finished echoing, the entire stretch of heaven and earth shook violently.

Immediately afterward, the blood-red power of a restriction formation surged from the surrounding mountains, becoming an enormous, unearthly crimson lotus platform.

A tall, thin figure stood proudly on his surface. He wore jade robes and a wide belt. His face was handsome, but his eyes were an eerie shade of green, like ghostly flames. 

“Chu Xiu! So, you were hiding here this whole time!” Lei Feng’s eyes bulged.

“If I hadn’t laid a trap here in advance, if I’d relied solely on the two of you, how could I possibly deal with Su Yi?” jeered...