Qing Xue's Whereabouts

"Speak!"

"Where is Qing Xue?"

An ancient voice came from the void.

The expression Wuyi Mingzhi had just managed to recover froze abruptly, and a flicker of hope actually flashed through his eyes. "Spare me, and I'll tell you at once."

Buzz—

A flying sword suddenly hovered before him, letting out a low hum.

Wuyi Mingzhi trembled all over in fright and hurriedly said, "Don't strike. I'll take you to rescue her right now."

Sshk—

The hovering flying sword flashed past.

"Ah—"

Wuyi Mingzhi let out a miserable scream. His left arm was severed at the root, blood spurting without end.

As the flying sword turned back and descended toward his right arm,

Wuyi Mingzhi no longer harbored the slightest thought of trickery and blurted out in a panic, "She's in an underground ancient tomb at Ten-Li Red Mountain."

"Why is she there?"

"She..."

Wuyi Mingzhi hesitated for an instant. Looking at the sharp blade hanging before him, he still answered in a trembling voice, "After Father stripped her of her Saintly Essence, I was tasked with handling her. I didn't kill her. I secretly hid her away."

Seeing Lu Feng's expression darken and killing intent reveal itself,

Wuyi Mingzhi hurriedly explained, "Rest assured, I never took any liberties with her. I imprisoned her only because I wanted to surpass you one day and win her heart openly and honorably!"

Lu Feng was taken aback, then finally understood the root cause of the disaster at Night Crow Ridge all those years ago.

So it had stemmed from his friendship with Qing Xue, drawing the misunderstanding and jealousy of a petty man like Wuyi Mingzhi.

Seeing Lu Feng's expression ease, Wuyi Mingzhi's thoughts stirred again. He probed, "That ancient tomb has restrictions. It requires a special Yin-Yang Dragon-Pattern Array Talisman to