With just that one step, Ziping understood how terrifying the Grandmaster at Jiang Yingjun's side truly was.
Drawing the ground as a prison, turning inches into horizons.
The courtyard wall that seemed within reach was now at the ends of the earth. She and Qin Zhaorong were like birds flying into a cage—easy to enter, hard to leave.
"Senior Sister, is something wrong?"
Qin Zhaorong's cultivation was lacking, and though she had entered the prison, she had yet to realize it. Seeing the change in Ziping's expression, her own face grew solemn as well.
"You've gotten us killed. I knew it, there couldn't possibly have been any 'just in case'..."
Ziping had no time to complain. Having entered a spatial restriction, the Grandmasters of the Liu Clan and Xiao Clan could arrive at any moment. She had no chance of winning one against two to begin with, and with Qin Zhaorong added in, rounding up made it one against three. The odds of becoming a prisoner were a full hundred percent.
What now? Maybe she should leave Qin Zhaorong behind as a scapegoat. This junior sister did nothing all day but make her angry anyway.
Though Ziping thought so, her thoughts raced as her hands were already forming intricate seals.
With a sweep of her flowing sleeves, an object suddenly flew from between her brows—it was the life-bound artifact she cultivated alongside herself, the Heaven-Viewing Pattern Disk. It excelled at breaking formations, and she was confident she could escape with Qin Zhaorong before the opposing Grandmasters reacted.
The Heaven-Viewing Pattern Disk was covered in star patterns, as though the constellations had been imprinted within it. At Ziping's light tap, the disk spun through the air, drawing down countless phantom stars that blanketed the entire courtyard in starlight.
"Break!"
Ziping held