The Supreme Unity Mystic Sect.
Qi Xuan sat beside a stone table, holding a cup of spirit wine.
"Hahaha, he's dead. That brat is dead!"
His heart brimmed with delight, the gloom of the past several days swept clean away.
Several months ago, in the Life-and-Death Arena.
Hall Master Lei had forcibly stopped his match with Lu Zhen.
Back then, Qi Xuan had felt terribly aggrieved, convinced that the sect's higher-ups were playing favorites and rigging things behind closed doors.
But later.
When word reached the sect that Lu Zhen had fused dual Great Dao branch embryos at the early Third Realm, Qi Xuan was so frightened that he had nightmares for several nights running.
He feared that Lu Zhen might remember him someday and casually crush him to death.
"What good is all that talent? He's still doomed to die young." Qi Xuan drained his cup of spirit wine, his eyes filled with glee at another's misfortune. "He offended Divine Duke Wuji and still expects to live? Five hundred years in the death prison-going in means death!"
Elsewhere.
In a courtyard at the Tai'e Sword Academy.
Leng Qiu's eyes were filled with worry.
She had just spoken with her older clanswoman, Leng Yan.
"Cousin, is there really nothing we can do?" Leng Qiu had asked.
On the other side of the light screen, Leng Yan had sighed helplessly as well. "That's Divine Duke Wuji, and the Heavenly Punishment Bureau.
"Never mind an elder of the Tai'e Sword Academy like me-even if the sect master intervened, they might not be able to save him."
"In a contest between such powerful figures, we don't even have the right to speak."
Leng Qiu knew her cousin spoke the truth, yet her heart still felt painfully clogged.
Was Lu Zhen, who had been