Half an hour earlier, outside the encampment, Tang Yuehua's carriage had stopped a hundred meters away. She peered toward the tents through the carriage's small window. The killing intent was overwhelming; clearly, no one could approach recklessly.
"Madam, what should we do now?" The speaker was Tang Yuehua's driver and guard, the Moonlight Pavilion steward with Soul Emperor-level cultivation whom Tang San had severely beaten.
"Steward, this is far enough. Go back. I'll get out and go over alone." A trace of fear of death showed in Tang Yuehua's eyes. How could she not have guessed who had set up the encampment before her? Yet as a member of the Clear Sky Sect, even dying while delivering intelligence would be a worthy death. But if she fled because she feared death, she might suffer for the rest of her life. So, even though she feared death, she could not give up now.
"Madam, you can't!" Having followed Tang Yuehua for so many years, the steward could still discern what she was thinking.
Tang Yuehua smiled and shook her head, saying calmly, "This is our Clear Sky Sect's own affair. It has nothing to do with Moonlight Pavilion. I absolutely will not drag uninvolved people into this. You should leave."
The steward clenched his fists. Given his loyalty, he naturally had to try persuading her again.
"Madam, but—"
"Bang!" A blunt object struck the steward directly on the head, and he immediately lost consciousness.
"What happened?!" The steward had been sitting on the driver's seat outside the carriage while Tang Yuehua was inside. She had only heard the blow and the sound of the steward falling. With her senses and strength, she could not detect what had happened.
"Teacher Yuehua, you really came." The carriage door opened, and a girl Tang