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In the vast, unknown depths of the Divine Ruins stood an ancient, unadorned Daoist temple.

A light rain had fallen last night, and the morning sunlight was bright. A middle-aged man in Daoist robes walked up the temple steps. His features were distinguished, but his brows were tightly furrowed, as though something weighed on his mind. Carrying a bucket of water, he climbed the stone steps back into the temple.

Just then, another robed man emerged from the side gate. His expression was wooden and his gaze cold. He carried an empty bucket in his hand, apparently headed out to fetch water as well.

Both men kept their heads lowered. The instant their shoulders passed, the expressionless man suddenly stopped and said quietly, "Penglai is finished."

Slap.

The furrow-browed man planted his foot heavily. "Lu Cang, did you tell the people of Shushan something?"

"The Divine Ruins Temple strictly forbids meddling in mortal affairs. I remember that rule," Lu Cang said, his tone carrying a trace of mockery. "Yang Buwei, do you remember it?"

A breeze swept past, stirring a brief silence.

"It is only natural that Shushan was prepared, but it is highly strange that Penglai suddenly struck with lethal force. And all of this happened after you went to Mirage Tower Mountain." Lu Cang continued, "If the Temple Master discovers that you truly had something to do with this, guess what will happen to you?"

"You needn't tell me that," Yang Buwei said in a deep voice.

"Back then, the Temple Master's daughter merely fell in love with someone outside, and the Temple Master wiped out the entire Jiang family. What do you think will happen if Penglai goes to war because heavenly secrets leaked from within the Divine Ruins Temple?" Lu Cang pressed.

His face remained expressionless,