Could this extremely pretty auntie be their Palace Mistress?
Looking both gorgeous and young, could she actually be an old hag who mastered youth-preserving arts? Little Irene watched Sophia with eager eyes.
"Little one, why are you looking at me?"
Sophia's voice was as crisp and moving as a silver bell, and her demeanor carried a hint of arrogance.
"Pretty!"
Little Irene didn't blush at all, still keeping her eager gaze fixed on her.
Sophia smiled, then asked the female disciples, "You said earlier that you were besieged by the Qingshan Sect young master. Where is he now, and are you all alright?"
A female disciple replied, "We're fine... It's just that... that Qingshan Sect young master is dead."
Suddenly!
Exchanging glances, the female disciples began reporting to Sophia and the other elders, recounting the whole sequence of what had just happened and occasionally pointing at Little Irene.
Hearing halfway through, a look of shock suddenly appeared on Sophia's face while she glanced at Ling Yun, who was leaning against a tree not far away.
"You mean he intentionally killed the Qingshan Sect young master, and even lured the rest of the Qingshan Sect here?"
The female disciples nodded with bitter expressions, "Yes!"
Sophia pressed further, "Why did he do this?"
"We don't know either."
The other elders were dumbfounded. Was this a lunatic? Not only did he not run after killing someone, but he even stayed behind to wait.
In an instant, the gazes of Sophia and the other elders turned back to Ling Yun.
Afterwards, when those female disciples recounted how Ling Yun wiped out that python with a single move, Sophia and the rest froze on the spot, dumbstruck.
At that very moment!
The people of the Qingshan Sect had finally arrived!
Sounds echoed through the woods