Blood Radiance City.
Inside a private room at an inn.
Song Wen sat cross-legged on the bed, holding Cui Qiao's communication Jade Slip.
[Fellow Daoist Cui Qiao, I presume you have heard the news of Yu Bi's death?]
[The sect has already issued an obituary. Your objective has been achieved. When will you give me the Myriad Transformations Incantation you promised?] Cui Qiao replied.
Song Wen showed no intention of breaking his word. He immediately transmitted the complete Myriad Transformations Incantation to Cui Qiao, though he still deliberately concealed the fact that its effects could last only three days.
[Fellow Daoist Cui Qiao, with this secret art, you need no longer fear being tracked by the Divine Blood Sect. When do you intend to leave the sect?]
[I have my own plans. You need not concern yourself with this matter,] Cui Qiao said.
[Fellow Daoist Cui Qiao, I urge you to think carefully. With Yu Bi dead, the sword hanging over your head is gone, but the Divine Blood Sect's other high-ranking cultivators could come looking for you at any moment. A human medicinal treasure with your stunning beauty, talent, and temperament is a rare find. If you remain in the Divine Blood Sect, its other senior members may come knocking at any time. When that happens, you may be placed under house arrest, or even become someone's private plaything.]
Song Wen's words were somewhat alarmist.
But he had to sway Cui Qiao into leaving the Divine Blood Sect as soon as possible.
Otherwise, if another senior member of the Divine Blood Sect took an interest in Cui Qiao and confined her within the sect, Song Wen would not dare barge in to exact his revenge on her, even if his courage grew a hundredfold.
[Thank you for the warning.