Listening to Cui Ling Shuang's words, Chen Changsheng fell silent.
Ten breaths later, Chen Changsheng turned back into a paper figure and landed on the table once more.
Looking at the paper figure on the table, Cui Ling Shuang gently picked it up.
"Drip!"
A tear fell onto the paper figure.
Heavenly Lotus Sect.
"Get lost!"
The White-Clad Woman frowned slightly. Before her stood a thin, frail-looking man.
"Senior Sister, he doesn't like you at all. Why do you have to demean yourself like this?"
"If you're willing, I'll accompany you to the ends of the earth."
"I..."
"Get lost!"
Before the man could finish, the woman coldly spat out another word.
Seeing this, the man could not help clenching his fists.
"Fine. Since Senior Sister insists on going, I won't stop you."
With that, the man stepped aside to clear a path, and the woman walked straight past him.
But as she brushed past him, the woman said calmly, "You Zhu, you'd better stay out of my affairs."
"If you dare lay a hand on Lu Mingyu, I will kill you."
As her words fell, the woman strode off into the distance.
Blood was already trickling from You Zhu's clenched fists.
Waterfall.
"Rumble rumble!"
The roar of the massive waterfall was deafening, while Guan Ping sat cross-legged atop a boulder, quietly cultivating.
"Are you Guan Ping?"
An abrupt voice sounded beside her ear. Guan Ping suddenly opened her eyes.
She discovered that, at some point, a White-Clad Woman had appeared before her.
"Your vigilance is far too poor. If I hadn't spoken just now, you wouldn't have noticed me at all."
"Lu Mingyu had you stand guard for them. Perhaps that was a mistake on his part."
Facing the woman's baffling words, Guan Ping frowned. "Who are