"Xiang Yang, I... what happened to me?"
Ning Ke's lovely face gradually regained its color, and life returned to her once hollow, deathly pupils. Reassured, she leaned against Xiang Yang's sturdy, broad chest, rubbing her forehead as she said in confusion.
She only remembered fighting a silver-haired old woman from the Demonic Sect. Though the woman's cultivation surpassed hers and her strength was formidable, relying solely on her colored silk ribbons, she could not do anything to Ning Ke. Then those voices, like interrogations of the soul, pierced her ears, throwing her into a panic. She could not remember what happened afterward at all.
Ning Ke then saw Tian Xingzi of the Daoist school and Dharma Venerable Tongguang of the Buddhist school standing suspended in the air. Yet apart from the Demonic Sect Three Elders, there were no other experts present. Her expression changed as she asked anxiously,
"Did I ruin your great plan? Why have these two appeared already?"
"Don't worry. No. Those three were likely the Demonic Sect's means for dealing with me. In their eyes, that was already more than enough, so it had nothing to do with you. Speaking of which, I was the one who failed to consider everything and let you fall into danger. I'm truly sorry."
Xiang Yang was indeed somewhat shaken by lingering fear. He had long expected the Demonic Sect's experts to possess no weak methods, but Ning Ke's cultivation at the first barrier, coupled with the many years of accumulation from the Great Patience Divine Skill, was no trifling matter. Thus, he had never expected that old demoness's methods to be so bizarre. She had nearly made him regret it for the rest of his life.
As Xiang Yang spoke, he was filled with guilt. Since attaining the martial path