Hope for the Bengshan Stance

After the Black Dragon Cult captured Jiang Caiying, they handed her over to the Ling Nü Sect. Yang Chen did not believe Hua Wanru had not ordered it from behind the scenes. If that was truly the case, what did Hua Wanru want?

What had become of Mei Xiuying now? Was she alive or dead? Safe or in danger?

Yang Chen knew none of it.

"What happened afterward?" Yang Chen asked.

"Afterward, I used the Great Teleportation Golden Bead to escape. Logically speaking, I wasn't valuable enough for the Black Dragon Cult to insist on killing me. Yet they had pursued me for a long time without giving up. It was clear they desperately wanted to silence me forever. They were probably afraid I would spread the secret." Jiang Caiying drew a deep breath.

Yang Chen nodded. He understood some things now, but he still did not know what Hua Wanru wanted. After all these years, why was Hua Wanru making a move against Mei Xiuying again?

Yang Chen gritted his teeth. He knew he had to make a trip to the Central Capital region.

First, because of the imperial family.

Second, because of the Ling Nü Sect.

Mei Xiuying—the woman he had personally taught hand in hand back then—was someone he could never forget.

As he was lost in thought, Jiang Caiying began to sob softly. She suddenly collapsed into Yang Chen's arms and cried out in grief, "I don't know whether my master is alive or dead. It's all because of me! If I hadn't taken the Great Teleportation Golden Bead, my master would never have been captured, never!"

Seeing Jiang Caiying so heartbroken, Yang Chen could not help but feel a thousand emotions stir within him. He had never expected that after saving the frail and delicate