Yu Yihan had tidied herself up simply, and not a trace of her previous bedraggled state remained. Clad in a pale yellow dress, she looked elegant and lovely, her delicate oval face as beautiful as a flower beaded with dew beneath the morning sun.
"Eldest Sister, you came at just the right time!"
Lu Feng smiled proudly and pointed his Sword Fingers at Wuyi Mingzhi in the distance. "It was this beast who plotted the Night Crow Ridge incident from behind the scenes back then."
Yu Yihan's formerly light expression instantly darkened. The pain of her broken legs for nearly four years had left her wishing for death. Even though she could now barely walk again, the meridians in her legs would never heal. Her life had been utterly ruined.
Once she learned that Wuyi Mingzhi was the culprit, her eyes filled with icy killing intent.
"Su Chen, kill him!"
As a figure akin to the Eldest Sister among the younger generation, Yu Yihan might not act with thunderous decisiveness, but she would never be softhearted when it came to such matters.
Lu Feng had originally intended to use Wuyi Mingzhi's life to negotiate at the Love Tomb. But seeing the hatred in his Eldest Sister's eyes, he changed his mind somewhat. Settling for imprisoning Wuyi Mingzhi's remnant soul for negotiations would yield the same result.
"You cannot!"
Just as Lu Feng was about to strike, an anxious shout rang out from the Ice Flame Ancient Hall's group. "He is the Young Sect Master of the Saint Sect! Who dares lay a hand on him?!"
The leader of Qishan Cold Pool, intending to show goodwill, hurriedly said, "Today is a dispute within our Snow Region. Do not drag the young master of the Sacred Domain into this. Settle your grievances