Chance Encounter

Li Ruoxiang looked at Wang Zhuihe, unable to smooth the furrow between her brows, and sighed inwardly. Wang Zhuihe's strength truly surpassed this incarnation of hers by far too much. Even though she had fled with all her might, she had ultimately failed to escape Wang Zhuihe's grasp.

It was clear that Wang Zhuihe truly intended to kill her. Though this was not her true body, if the incarnation died, it would still mean that years of her painstaking cultivation had been destroyed in one stroke.

If possible, Li Ruoxiang naturally did not want to suffer such a loss.

Yet it was obvious that Wang Zhuihe had no intention of making peace. He sneered. "Hmph, Qingyin, there's no helping it. The Grand Elder has invited you more than once, and you've seen his sincerity. But what about you? You refused a toast only to drink a forfeit, insisting on following Li Ruoxiang, insisting on leaving the secular world to become a nun and a Saintess. Then there's no helping it. If you rise to prominence in the future, it will do the Grand Elder no good. You are a thorn in the Grand Elder's eye, a barb in his flesh. Of course I have to get rid of you!"

"Wang Zhuihe, have you thought this through? If you truly kill me, do you think the Grand Elder will spare you? Do you think he will tolerate someone else knowing this secret? The Grand Elder has always been ruthless and vicious in his dealings. You know that as well!" Li Ruoxiang shouted.

Within the Green Lotus Cult, no one besides herself and Zhu Hailong knew that she and Qingyin were the true body and incarnation.

Nor had she ever intended to reveal this matter or tell anyone else.

Hearing Li Ruoxiang's