Lu Yin sat down. “How was your trip this time? It looks like you didn't encounter any danger.”

Wendy Yushan hesitated a moment, but then she slowly exposed her shoulder. There was a wound on her shoulder that had recently started recovering, but it was obvious that her entire arm had been nearly severed. The wound didn’t just stop at her arm, and it continued, snaking down to her chest and further beyond. Lu Yin couldn’t see exactly how far it extended.  

Lu Yin could feel the danger she had met just by looking at the wound. Almost—this woman had almost died.  

“Who did it?” Lu Yin asked, his eyes suddenly ice cold.  

Wendy Yushan didn’t answer.

Lu Yin stared into her eyes. “Who did it?”

Wendy Yushan focused on her tea and said, “I bumped into Nightking Zhenwu at the Budding Terrace after entering the Daosource Sect. If one of the territory's top seeds from the Sixth Mainland hadn’t shown up to fight him, I wouldn’t have been able to return.” She then looked at Lu Yin. “You were right—the ruins of the Daosource Sect truly are incredibly dangerous, and I was injured on my very first day there. I found a place to hide for more than ten days and didn’t dare to expose...