An endless expanse of yellow desert stretched out beneath raging winds, with yellow sand filling the skies.
Ten thousand zhang beneath the ground lay a cavern roughly an acre in size. Situ Mei sat cross-legged atop a yellow spell formation over ten zhang wide, her body shrouded in a layer of gentle silver light.
After a while, Situ Mei opened her eyes, and a burst of dazzling silver light shot from them.
She was still at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage, but her injuries had fully healed.
"You don't need to keep hiding in the shadows and watching. What's there to see? Come out! It's time to get out and stretch our legs."
Situ Mei rose to her feet and moved her body a little, her expression cold.
A soft yellow light lit up on the stone wall, and Song Yuzhen and a yellow-robed elder emerged from within it.
"Who are you planning to deal with? Let me remind you first: we are no match for the Sun Moon Twin Sages. They are searching everywhere for you. If you go looking for trouble with the Sun Moon Palace now, you'll be walking straight into the muzzle."
Song Yuzhen frowned, her tone stern.
"Don't worry. I understand Senior Sister Fang and Senior Brother Du. You still have to pick the soft persimmons to squeeze first. We'll use the Murong Royal Clan to sacrifice to the banner. Two Nascent Soul Cultivators dared lay hands on me—they truly don't know whether they're dead or alive."
Situ Mei's face was filled with killing intent. Among the many forces that had participated in the campaign to encircle and suppress her, the Murong Royal Clan ranked in the middle. They were the perfect target to sacrifice to the banner and establish her might.
"The Murong Royal