Feeding the Fish, Jingjing, and the Old Man

In Chu Jingyun's eyes, even if Wang Xian teleported with the princess to the island in the middle of the lake, they would only be cornered beasts fighting back. Where could they possibly run?

Seeing Xiaoqing's condition, Xiaohua threw caution to the wind and rushed toward the lake.

She carried Xiaoqing back to shore and laid her on a long stone bench, wiping the water and blood from her face.

Then she fished out a pill and stuffed it into Xiaoqing's mouth, sobbing, "Sister, don't scare me! Please don't die!"

She cried and cried.

Then she suddenly shouted toward the two people in the middle of the lake, "Princess, Xiaoqing is going to die!"

"If Xiaoqing is gone, how am I supposed to live?"

"Wuwu, I don't want to live either!"

Holy crap!

Hearing this, Chu Jingyun was about to leap up, jump onto the boat, and head for the island in the middle of the lake.

But at the very moment he sprang into motion, he froze.

It was as if his feet had taken root. No—he had been trapped by a demonic array. Forget leaping up; he couldn't even move to check whether Xiaoqing had breathed her last.

He was going mad!

He grew frantic in an instant. His opponent was no ordinary foe.

Was this a demonic array or a devil array? Even Chu Jingyun himself couldn't tell.

"Argh!"

In a furious panic, Chu Jingyun slashed with his sword, determined to force his way through the trap and carve out a bloody path. He refused to believe that some piece of trash in the Qi Refining Realm could hold him.

In the inn, Chen Ling'er sighed.

"You said it yourself: when the moment comes, you have to act decisively. Don't let him escape and come back to