Really, Aunt?

Time flew by, and Meng Yutong and the others finally finished packing up and left Prince Qi's Mansion.

Poor Uncle Prison was dragged back to Ten Directions Hall by Aunt without a word, and once Dugu Zixuan came out of seclusion, there was no telling if he would have to take another scolding.

On the road to Fragrant Stream Pool, Meng Yutong could not muster any interest, but she could not withstand her disciples heading there; it had the strong sense that if she refused to go, they would carry her there.

Strange, these Rebel Disciples were still wearing long faces a few days ago. Why have they been secretly laughing in private these past few days?

Could they be hiding something from me?

"Master, why have you stopped walking?"

Meng Yutong stopped in her tracks, looked at Duan Shuyun, and said coolly, "Big Senior, tell me the truth. Are you hiding something from me? Just because that Rebel Disciple is gone now doesn't mean I won't settle accounts with you later for your previous behavior."

(òωó?)!!!

Master still liked threatening her as much as ever.

"Master, you're overthinking it. How could we possibly be hiding something from you?"

"That's right, right now we only have you to rely on, Master. Please forgive our previous mistakes!" Yun Yao put on an extremely tea-like expression.

"Hmph! Still trying to fool me. If you weren't hiding anything, why have you been sneaking around all along the way as if you were terrified someone would discover your movements?"

Meng Yutong said coldly.

Duan Shuyun and Mu Liuxi exchanged a glance, and Leng Qingqiu also quietly slipped behind her. Before Meng Yutong could react, they surrounded her in one move.

It was still the same shackles from before that could restrict cultivation, and they