The Law Enforcement Palace stewards gradually dispersed one after another.
The uproar over the sect's treasured artifact being stolen was unexpectedly brushed aside with ease after the Seventeenth Grand Elder voluntarily stepped forward to take the blame.
Heavenly Sword Venerable had not emerged from seclusion, and none of the peak masters showed themselves.
Had it been any other disciple, they would have had their bones ground to dust and their ashes scattered ten thousand times over.
Take a certain Ruthless Dao cultivator, Jian Wushuang, for example. She had merely teased Junior Sister a little and was thrown into the dungeon for decades.
Yet when it came to Ye Xiaoyao, the matter was handled with an eerie lightness.
The Supreme Realm experts had already reached a consensus.
Not a single one of them dared provoke Ye Xiaoyao.
No matter how soft and adorable a little loli might seem, once she flew into a rage, she could become so ferocious that the world itself trembled.
Ye Qingxian lifted her leg and left.
I followed behind Ye Qingxian with my head lowered, not knowing what I was thinking.
"Junior Sister."
"Ah?" I nearly walked straight into Ye Qingxian's back.
Ye Qingxian stared at the jade hairpin in my bun, then shifted her gaze away as nonchalantly as she could. "The bamboo slip recording the map leading to the Dark Realm must be on you."
"I don't have it..." My voice rose several pitches again.
Ye Qingxian waved a hand, signaling for me to let her finish. "I know you didn't steal it, but it must be connected to you. Every floor of the Scripture Depository has countless restrictions. It would be practically impossible to take the bamboo slip out without alerting every formation, only for the alarm to be triggered upon reaching