Pei Ling froze on the spot. It took him a long while to recover as he listened to the Li Clan Old Ancestor's miserable wails. At last, he breathed a sigh of relief.
What a false alarm. He'd thought the living person the taboo had captured was Senior Sister Li. As it turned out, it was the Li Clan Old Ancestor...
But Senior Sister Li wasn't in the teahouse either. Where had she gone?
Nothing in You Su Fen could escape the taboos' notice.
He'd ask the other taboo later. At least there was no need to hurry now.
With that thought, Pei Ling calmly sorted out his thoughts, then said, "Senior, I didn't know that the Crimson Powder Bride was yours at the time. I meant no offense. I ask you to see the matter clearly and punish me leniently."
The Jiu A Li Clan had shown him kindness, so he was certainly going to save their old ancestor. But unlike just now, Pei Ling made no promises this time.
After all, it wasn't Senior Sister Li. If the taboo made a demand that was too difficult or dangerous, staying alive still came first...
By now, blood dripping from the Li Clan Old Ancestor's crane-feather cloak had mingled with pale bone dust. The taboo seemed to be merely clenching him casually, but in truth, both his body and soul were enduring unimaginable torment. Still, as the Jiu A Li Clan's acting old ancestor and a Dao Integration Cultivator of the Chongming Sect, Li Xin's will was exceptionally firm.
Before long, he had adapted to the excruciating pain.
Seeing that Pei Ling was safe and sound, and was even pleading on his behalf, Li Xin felt deeply gratified. The Li Clan hadn't supported this junior in vain. Pei Ling truly