Chapter 687

The maid soon entered carrying dishes and filled the table with food. As Yang Xue Qing ate, she kept thinking about Ye Yun's actions today. Something about them felt strange.

That guy knows the Nether Darkness Pearl is dangerous, so why is he so determined to destroy it? What is he trying to do?

"Miss, we should return. There are still matters in the clan that need arranging."

The maid reminded her. Yang Xue Qing gave an absentminded "Oh," only to suddenly realize that none of the food on the table had been touched. Worse, she could not move at all.

"What did you do?!"

The maid sneered.

"I merely sealed your cultivation so you cannot fly through the air. Don't move around, unless you want to attract unnecessary trouble."

Yang Xue Qing glared at her hatefully and said disdainfully, "You're only a second-rank Mystic Master. Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

Though she possessed only the cultivation of a second-rank Mystic Master, her true combat strength was no weaker than that of a fourth-rank Martial King. The cultivation technique she practiced was simply unusual, preventing her from using her cultivation normally. Otherwise, the bloodline flowing through her veins alone would have been enough to crush this maid.

"Heh, Miss, don't force yourself."

The maid smiled faintly, took a dagger from her sleeve, and held it out before Yang Xue Qing.

"This was forged from thousand-year Cold Iron. It is exceptionally sharp, though it should not harm you. Why don't you give it a try, Miss?"

"You're despicable!"

Yang Xue Qing gritted her teeth.

"This is a desolate wilderness. Who would come to save you? If you cooperate obediently, perhaps I'll take pity on you and spare your life."

This maid was none other than Li Wanru, whom