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Pei Si lowered his gaze as he sat.

Heaven and man warred within his heart.

What Gongsun Wan had said made perfect sense. This person had concealed his cultivation and lurked at Xu Sanniang's side; he was surely plotting something.

Leaving aside Xu Sanniang's Dao Body itself, perhaps this scheme was even aimed at the Pei Lineage.

He had witnessed this man make his move. There was no way this would end peacefully.

Yet what he feared even more was this man's strength.

With a wave of his hand, a Nascent Soul cultivator had died.

Under a peak True Lord's world-altering domain, Gongsun Wan could only resist bitterly, with no means of breaking the deadlock. Even if she truly had some life-saving method, she likely would not be able to use it.

Thus, Gongsun Wan could only place her hopes on him.

After all, as a disciple of the Pei Lineage of the Grand Artifact Sect, the methods left to him by the family ancestor were enough to deal with the current situation.

Pei Si groaned inwardly. He should never have come to this banquet.

Now, he felt as though he were sitting on a bed of needles.

His gaze flicked toward Xu Sanniang in the hall, and his brow furrowed tightly.

In the current situation, acting was no good, and not acting was no good either.

Unless he could stall until cultivators from Heavenly Mechanism City arrived. But this was private land, with no formation covering it, and armored spirit vessels rarely appeared here. He could only wait slowly.

Moreover, less than half an incense stick of time had passed since the fighting began, yet the situation had already deteriorated so badly that he was being forced into a corner.

"What should I do?"

Pei Si calculated frantically.

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