Caution

After listening to Yunya's account, Zhang Shuai's fingers paused slightly around his teacup, sending faint ripples across the spiritual tea.

He had never imagined that the root of Yunya's current predicament lay entirely with him!

"Fellow Daoist Yunya, I'm sorry. This matter began because of me, yet I dragged you into such an undeserved calamity!"

He abruptly rose to his feet. Though he tried his utmost to suppress his aura, a trace of fierce killing intent still leaked out uncontrollably, making the cave abode's restrictions hum and tremble.

"I, Zhang Shuai, am no ungrateful man. You suffered because of me—how could I simply stand by? Rest assured, I will find a way to free you. Even if the Heaven-Patrolling Hall is a dragon's lair or tiger's den, I'll have to brave it!"

"Absolutely not! Fellow Daoist Zhang, you do not understand!" Seeing this, Yunya hurriedly stood to stop him, his face filled with anxiety and gravity. "The Heaven-Patrolling Hall is far more terrifying than you imagine. Aside from the unfathomable Holy Lord Junhao, there are hundreds of Saints from every corner who are affiliated with the hall. Its formations and restrictions are layered upon layer. If you rashly go there, you will not be saving anyone—you will be... courting death! How could I, Yunya, watch helplessly as you walk into certain death for my sake?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Shuai furrowed his brow and slowly sat back down on the stone stool.

He knew Yunya was not merely trying to frighten him. The foundations of the Heaven-Patrolling Hall were anything but ordinary. Although he felt guilty and remorseful for implicating Saint Yunya, he would not foolishly throw away his life in a display of reckless bravado.

Suppressing the turbulent killing intent and impatience in his heart, he asked in a