Tan Yueqing valued loyalty and affection. If Fang Ling was in trouble, never mind a possible ambush—even if a mountain of blades and a sea of fire lay ahead, she would charge in without hesitation.
Such a temperament was a good thing in ordinary times.
But at this moment, Lin Qi had no choice but to suspect that someone had plotted against her.
If that was true, every step had been linked to the next, each ring clasping another. It had struck straight at Tan Yueqing's fatal weakness, leaving her with nowhere to run!
The moment they arrived at a stretch of woodland outside the city, Lin Qi casually swept her gaze over the people ahead and went rigid all over.
Who had she seen?!
Daoist Jinwu!
Someone Lin Qi would never forget, even in death.
For one instant, hatred flooded her chest. Lin Qi even wanted to draw her sword and kill him with a single stroke.
The shadow left by the abuse she had suffered the moment she opened her eyes back then had simply been too deep; even now, she had yet to truly let it go.
Over the years, in order to defy fate and change her destiny, to avoid treading the same path again, Lin Qi had devoted herself wholeheartedly to cultivation and clawed her way upward.
Dealing with Lin Yun alone had already exhausted her. She truly had no spare energy to concern herself with Daoist Jinwu.
But that did not mean she had forgotten.
Lin Qi had merely been waiting—waiting until she dealt with Lin Yun, then she would properly settle the grudges from her previous life with Daoist Jinwu.
Whether for herself or for little Lin Qi.
But absolutely not now!
At this moment, Daoist Jinwu looked much younger, without the marks