The mountain wind howled, and rain mist filled the air.
A graceful figure silently waited outside the Talisman Pavilion.
After no one knew how long, the doors of the Talisman Pavilion slowly opened, and an oil-paper umbrella floated out.
Mei Zhuang, who had already been waiting for some time, hurriedly bowed and saluted. "Master."
She wore a black mystic robe. Her figure was tall and slender, and a black veil concealed her features, revealing only a pair of bright, beautiful eyes.
The blood-red oil-paper umbrella lifted slightly. Vaguely visible beneath it were a pair of fair, jade-like hands, while a voice as cold as the wind rang out. "From this day onward, Lin Fan is not allowed to leave Blood Soul Peak by even a single step. If anything goes wrong, you will answer for it."
Mei Zhuang's beautiful eyes stirred. "Yes, Master."
Not far away, Han Ruojia and Feng Changzai lay prostrate on the ground. Upon hearing those words, the two exchanged looks, their faces filled with indescribable dread and panic.
What exactly had their teacher, Lin Fan, done to cross the line so badly that he had actually been placed under house arrest by the Blood Soul Peak Master?
Not being allowed to leave Blood Soul Peak by even a single step—wasn't that effectively imprisonment?
Inside the Talisman Pavilion, Lin Fan was drenched in cold sweat.
Although the Blood Soul Peak Master had already left, the room still retained a trace of gloomy, chilling air.
That had been perilously close. With the slightest misstep, he might have died directly at the Blood Soul Peak Master's hands.
"The Peak Master is certain that I killed Mu An."
"Otherwise, she wouldn't have come to the Talisman Pavilion to question me."
Lin Fan gradually calmed down and thought to himself.