Leng Qingwan deeply stares at Liu Seâs pathetic appearance.
A carefree smile appears on her proud face.
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Unexpectedly, just as she has taken two steps away, she hears Liu Seâs rough voice behind her: âWhat if I say that this news pertains to the Shen Musician heir?â
Leng Qingwanâs footsteps come to a sudden halt. She whips around, viciously glaring at the other.
âWhat do you mean by that? Do you know the whereabouts of the Shen Musician heir? No... a disciple of the Shen Musicians has truly emerged?â
This time, their roles are reversed.
Itâs Liu Seâs turn to have a smug smile on her face, âLeng Qingwang, stop wasting your energy. I wonât tell you the news. I only have about two to four hours left to live, you better call Master immediately. Otherwise, I wonât be able to guarantee if the news about the Shen Musician would stay or disappear in the wake of my death.â
âAll of you people should know better than the rest, just how awful it would be if the Shen Musicians are given room to grow, and how much threat they could pose to our Tian Yi Men!â
Leng Qingwan grinds her teeth. A thin, white silk suddenly appears high up in the air, ruthlessly whipping towards the altar.
The white damask silk whistles through the air. As soon as it passes through the wards around the altar, the originally soft and harmless form suddenly turns tough as iron.
Ruthlessly, it lashes over Liu Seâs soul.
âAahhâ!!â a shrill scream spills out of Liu Seâs mouth.
In the altar, they could see Liu Seâs form writhing, cutting a sorry figure. She keeps making anguished wails.
This kind of suffering only stops after a few breaths.
Leng Qingwan withdraws the thin cloth, laughing grimly as she says: âYou better be good and spill the Shen Musicianâs whereabouts, or else, donât blame me if I straight up thrash your soul until it scatters.â
Even though Liu Se is in spirit form at the moment, the violent pain makes her face twist into a distorted lump.
Her face is overflowing with snot and tears, appearing even more terrifying and disgusting.
Thinking of the pain of her soul getting lashed just now, she couldnât stop her body from trembling like a sieve.
However, she catches sight of Leng Qingwanâs face.
The hatred in Liu Seâs heart eclipses her fear of pain, âHahahaha... Leng... Leng Qingwan, if you have the ability to kill me... then kill me, and lose the information about the Shen Musician. Do you think Master would let you get away with that?â
Rage and bitterness flashes through Leng Qingwanâs face, and sheâs just about to raise the white silk.
All of a sudden, a cool and lowered female voice seems to come through from the horizon, âQingwan, stop!â
Before the voice could wane completely, a veiled, snow-white figure is already approaching from the distance, like lightning.
Leng Qingwanâs complexion changes, unwillingly releasing the white damask cloth in her hands.
Within the Altarâs wards, Liu Se is already throwing herself over, bawling, âMaster! Master! Master, save me... I donât want to die! Master!â
The white figure lands on the ground, bring a burst of cold and fragrant wind, and a faint Immortal breath.
It is Tian Yi Menâs Sect Master, Leng Yuexia.
The Tian Yi Men disciples around the Altar see her, and immediately kneel down respectfully, âGreetings, Sect Master!â
Leng Yuexia waves a hand, gesturing for all of them to leave.
Soon, only Leng Yuexia, Leng Qingwan, and Liu Se are left around the Altar.
Leng Yuexiaâs gaze is displeased as it sweeps over Leng Qingwanâs face, ultimately falling on Liu Se. Slightly frowning, âSpeak, the Shen Musician heir has truly appeared?â
âYes, Master! This disciple witnessed it personally, itâs absolutely true!â
A grim and chilling light flickers within Leng Yuexiaâs eyes. Then she lowly speaks: âSpeak, where did you see her? What level has she reached as a Shen Musician?â