Cihang Zhai.
The small bamboo tower where Ming Ruo lived was as quiet as ever. Several white orchids growing outside gave off a faint fragrance.
Ming Ruo and Luo Bei had already entered this ordinary-looking bamboo tower, which was nevertheless the most important place in the hearts of everyone in Cihang Zhai.
Qu Daozi, the Corpse God, and Little Wu Qiu, who had followed Luo Bei, also entered the bamboo tower. Thus, though Ming Ruo's little bamboo tower remained as quiet as before, the entire building now exuded a murky deathly aura that made people deeply uncomfortable.
Shi Jian stood not far from the entrance to Ming Ruo's little bamboo tower. This white-clad young woman, in the bloom of youth, still looked as pure and beautiful as ever, but the carefree expression she usually wore had completely vanished, replaced by an indescribable worry.
Cihang Zhai had been peaceful for many years, and Shi Jian had grown accustomed to that peace. Yet now, she felt that something grave was about to happen in Cihang Zhai—or rather... had already happened. That flower spirit she had rescued from the forests of Great East Mountain had been afflicted with an exceedingly formidable Poison Flame Gu and had also concealed an Attached Heart Demon.
Although Senior Sister Yun Yuan and the others had still saved that flower spirit, their vitality and cultivation had suffered grave damage. That Attached Heart Demon had clearly been planted by someone to deal with Cihang Zhai.
Yet at such a time, her teacher had brought a man back to Cihang Zhai.
Who was this man? What relationship did he have with her teacher?
Uneasy, Shi Jian glanced at the small bamboo tower again. She could sense that the young man's bearing and true essence were both extraordinarily formidable. His cultivation