(Chapters 1228 and 1229 have been released)
Lu Zheng's eyes flickered. He spread out his divine sense, then gave a light wave of his hand.
Innate Cloud Qi instantly spread out, then expanded and contracted, shifting space. A young man suddenly appeared in the front courtyard before the hall.
The young man wore a ferocious grin. One hand held brown Prayer Beads that blocked the lightning strike, while the other wielded an ebony dharma sword, stabbing down at lightning speed.
But the dharma sword swept through midair and struck nothing but empty air.
The young man's gaze sharpened and his face changed drastically. Only then did he realize that he had been moved elsewhere.
The next moment, he looked up and saw everyone in the hall eating dinner, all of them staring at him.
Some gazes were furious, some icy, some teasing—but without exception, they all looked at him as though he were already dead.
The young man's heart jolted and his pupils shrank. He instinctively turned to flee, wanting to vault over the wall.
But...
He leaped with all his strength, yet when he landed, he found that he was still two zhang away from the wall.
Had he looked more carefully, he would have discovered that where his feet now stood completely overlapped with the footprints from before he jumped.
The fury in the young man's chest and the hot blood coursing through him instantly turned cold. His hands and feet went numb, and all the courage in his body seemed to abandon him.
"His magic power is of the same lineage as that person from this morning," Wang Xiaowan said coldly. "If they are not fellow disciples, then they are accomplices."
"He has quite the nerve. That man only died this morning, and this one dared to