Song Qingshu made his way to the Heavenly Mandate Cult's secret base. He first found a secluded spot to remove his mask and change clothes. He was well practiced at this by now; for convenience, many of his garments were made reversible, so turning them inside out was equivalent to changing into an entirely new outfit, sparing him the trouble of carrying a bundle everywhere.
At the sight of him, Shan Yuru hurried over with an excited expression, looking like a girl of sixteen or seventeen. Li Mochou, on the other hand, was far more reserved. She merely stood to one side, sneering repeatedly, her face practically screaming, What a pair of shameless lovers.
After exchanging pleasantries with everyone, Song Qingshu explained his purpose. "There will be major upheaval throughout Karakorum City tonight and tomorrow. Seize this opportunity, and I'll send you out of the city at dawn tomorrow."
"But security outside is extremely tight. How are we supposed to get out?" Fu Yaohong watched her most prized disciple hover around Song Qingshu like a young girl in the throes of first love, and she could not help feeling deeply worried. Shan Yuru was the most gifted disciple their sect had produced in a thousand years. She had cultivated her Charm Technique to its highest realm, far surpassing even Fu Yaohong herself.
A woman like that was destined to captivate the world and bring nations to ruin. Men should have been the ones circling around her, while she toyed with every man under heaven in the palm of her hand. How had it somehow been turned around now?
The Charm Technique was immensely powerful, but once its practitioner truly fell in love and was countered, she would instead become the other person's slave.
Song Qingshu had no idea so many