Feng Ziying, Liu Xianglian, and the others were dumbfounded when they heard this, though they could not help feeling a bit of schadenfreude. Who told you to be so disloyal? Serves you right.
Song Qingshu was so furious he nearly smoked from all seven orifices. This girl is asking for it. Next time, I'll definitely find a chance to spank her properly.
Tempting as that thought was, there was no way to put it into practice now. Watching the Xuanming Elders draw closer, Song Qingshu fell into deep conflict. With his current cultivation, he had countless ways to deal with them, but everyone present was clever. He could not be sure whether someone might spot a flaw and expose his identity, which would ruin everything. Yet he found it even more unacceptable to actually let them break his legs.
To hell with it. I can only take a gamble. Song Qingshu secretly removed a pearl from his clothes and swept his gaze over the surrounding illusion. He planned to flick the pearl out from an inconceivable angle, have it ricochet off the walls several times, and finally shoot toward the Xuanming Elders from another direction. They would then think some expert was hiding nearby and become suspicious of everything, while he would escape this immediate disaster.
But this move could easily arouse suspicion. Even if the people present did not understand what had happened at the time, they might think of something afterward. Zhao Min, in particular, was craftier than a fox and might well guess something.
The Xuanming Elders were already only a few feet away. Song Qingshu's hand, hidden inside his sleeve, was just about to fire the pearl when a burst of commotion came from nearby.
"Where is Young Master Jia?" asked someone dressed as a eunuch