Bi Yao was being pressed by the gathered members of the sect and was just about to relent and explain when a sudden crash sounded outside the cave. Then Cangsong's stern voice drifted faintly inside, as if he were fighting someone.
Seeing this, He Dazhi felt a pang of regret. He had thought he might learn the purpose of the Demon Sect's journey to Liubo Mountain, but now it seemed that was impossible.
Just as he was feeling disappointed,
the Demon Sect disciple Zhou Cai spoke again. "Miss Bi Yao, we're at a critical juncture. The fellow cultivators came to Liubo Mountain at the Ghost King Sect's summons, only to encounter such great danger. What on earth should we do?"
Before the Demon Sect members could change their expressions, Bi Yao stepped forward, rose into the air on her magical treasure, and swept her gaze across them.
"As the Ghost King's only daughter, I'm standing right here, sharing this peril with all of you. Do you still suspect my Ghost King Sect?"
Everyone fell silent at her words.
"We're in danger now. This is the time for us to stand together and fight our way out!"
Bi Yao's words filled everyone with fighting spirit. They each took out their magical treasures and surged out with a roar.
Zhou Cai did not follow them.
Bi Yao narrowed her eyes as she looked at him. "Why are you staying here instead of helping the others?"
Zhou Cai smiled. "I'm watching you! I want to see whether you're really as you claim—or whether things are as I suspect!"
Bi Yao's expression darkened, and she was about to speak when a middle-aged man who looked like a scholar suddenly emerged from behind her. "You're not a disciple of the Holy Sect! Who are you,