"Your target is actually Lu Chuan?"
"But is he really willing to leave with you?"
Beitang Piaoxue gave a disdainful smile and spoke slowly.
Others might not know the inside story, but as the Royal Court's noble consort, she knew all too well why Lu Chuan had remained by Shu Lichuo's side.
For that woman, the dignified Confucian Sword Immortal had willingly accepted a slave mark. That could not be called cowardice—only that there was something wrong with Lu Chuan's head.
With his status, what sort of woman could he not have? Did it have to be Shu Lichuo?
"We have to try, don't we? Seeing an old friend in this state, we ought to contribute what strength we can."
Xiao He paid no heed to Beitang Piaoxue's tone. His body slowly descended, and as he neared the swamp, a flash of shock appeared in his eyes.
"The Thunder Roar Wrathful Heaven Formation truly lives up to its reputation..."
Shock and surprise surfaced on Xiao He's face. Then, with a flip of his right hand, a green ancient zither entirely fashioned from jade appeared in his grasp.
Xiao He sat cross-legged, floating in the air. His slender fingers gently brushed over the strings, then plucked them lightly. Vast righteous energy of heaven and earth rose together with the crisp, ancient notes of the zither.
The clear notes carried a power capable of purifying one's emotions. At their first gentle sound, the restless agitation in people's hearts gradually smoothed away. Behind Xiao He, phantoms of Qiuniu emerged one after another, circling him.
"Bzzzz!"
The melodious, gentle zither music flowed forth. In an instant, the Qiuniu phantoms shot toward the black swamp, forming a thin barrier upon its surface, shaped from the music itself.
Beitang Piaoxue looked up at the gleaming barrier