Chen Ye asked in confusion, "Master, what just happened?"
Mo Ci's tone was exceedingly grave. He said to Chen Ye, "I do not know the precise reason either, but I have seen similar situations before. If divination is used on someone whose cultivation far surpasses one's own, then even brushing against the slightest thread of karma can bring a backlash."
Chen Ye said doubtfully, "A backlash... cultivation far above one's own... Miss Su is in the Tongxuan Realm, but isn't Wei Changsheng only at the Gangsha Realm? Could it be that Wei Changsheng is with some powerful expert, and that is why the divination suffered a backlash?"
Mo Ci hurriedly said, "I do not know the details either, but you should throw this little girl aside and run at once. Whether righteous cultivators or those of the demonic sects, cultivators hate nothing more than being plotted against. Even if it was unintentional, it is still a blood-deep grudge. The other party must have sensed something already. They may come knocking at any moment. Even Su Chunyi was powerless to fight back—if you encounter them, you will surely die."
Chen Ye said incredulously, "Master, you want me to abandon Miss Su and flee for my life?"
"What else? This little girl is a disciple of the Qinghe Sword Sect. With that status, she may yet survive. But you are merely an ant by the roadside, easily crushed beneath a casual hand. Leave her behind, and perhaps you can escape with your life; perhaps she can live as well. You can even go to the Qinghe Sword Sect to report this—perhaps there is still that one chance in ten thousand of bringing reinforcements."
Mo Ci spoke anxiously. An expert who could so easily break Su Chunyi's sword arts might appear before them