Half a month later, Qin Ruxue returned safely to the sect.
Inside Dark Jade Cave.
She wore a plain white gauze dress, the sash at her waist slightly disheveled. Her silk stockings had fallen to the ground, revealing snow-white jade feet and the crimson nail polish upon them.
Fang Qing sat by himself, taking a sip of spirit wine. "What excuse did you use to return this time?"
"Formation Island's Sect Leader kept a very close watch. Ordinary excuses would not have allowed me to get away, so I could only forcefully circulate my cultivation and create the false appearance of a cultivation deviation—then I was permitted to return to the sect and recuperate."
Qin Ruxue's cheeks carried a trace of pallor, and she truly appeared to have suffered some damage to her vitality.
If she had not trusted Fang Qing completely, she could never have acted so decisively based on nothing more than an ambiguous message.
"I see—"
Fang Qing nodded. He had already examined her. Her injuries were fabricated, so recovery would not be difficult, but her meridians had indeed been damaged. She would need several years of careful recuperation.
"Sir—what sort of danger is it?"
Qin Ruxue bit her lip. "If you have any clues, I can secretly notify the sect as I did last time, so they may at least make preparations—"
She was, after all, a cultivator with an independent mind. Within the sect, especially on Formation Island, she had quite a few friends.
If it lay within her power, she naturally wished to lend them a hand.
"I don't know—"
Fang Qing shook his head. This time, he truly did not know.
The more clues one possessed, the more detailed divination and deduction techniques could become.
For a calamity descending from nowhere like this,