When Song Qingshu and Wang Chongyang returned to the Hall of the Three Pure Ones, the two sides were locked in a tense standoff. Although everyone in the Quanzhen Sect had suffered injuries to varying degrees, Wang Chongyang's appearance had greatly lifted their spirits. With their superior numbers, they were not at a disadvantage.
Ouyang Feng and the others had nearly lost patience and attacked several times, but Song Qingshu's battle with Wang Chongyang had been far too shocking. Afraid of provoking him, they did not dare disobey his orders.
Daiqisi was not focused on the Quanzhen Sect disciples at all. She had repeatedly tried to go out and look for Song Qingshu, but Ouyang Feng and Qiu Qianren feared something might happen to her and did not dare let her chase after him. Only after much persuasion did they calm her down.
Qiu Qianren could not help exchanging a glance with Ouyang Feng. A few days ago, this woman had looked as though she wanted to die, yet now she was so utterly devoted. Song Qingshu's charm was simply absurd.
What he did not know was that Daiqisi cared so much mainly because she had staked her own and her daughter's future on Song Qingshu. If anything happened to him, she would lose everything.
The moment she saw Song Qingshu return, she hurried over and asked, "Are you all right?"
Song Qingshu smiled faintly. "I'm fine." By then, he had put Tang Kuobian's mask back on.
"Put me down," Xiaolongnü said, shifting awkwardly. Unfortunately, she was too severely injured to walk on her own, and both Song Qingshu and Wang Chongyang were in a hurry, so they had no choice but to carry her over.
Wang Chongyang could have carried her as well, but as a disciple of the