"Lei Yue!"
Qiao Mengyu's voice abruptly rose, carrying a sudden enlightenment and an almost scorching urgency.
The pair of soft hands clasping Song Wen's right hand unconsciously tightened their grip.
"By your reasoning, wouldn't I be the one best suited to descend to the lower realm?"
"You descend to the lower realm?!" Song Wen's eyes widened slightly, as though he had heard something utterly absurd. "Absolutely not! How could I allow you to take such a risk?"
Though she had been refused, the concern in Song Wen's words made the corners of Qiao Mengyu's lips lift involuntarily, revealing a faint smile like the moon breaking through the clouds.
"Lei Yue, listen while I explain. First, you can trust me completely. You need not worry that I will not do everything in my power to save your senior sister. Second, I am only at Spirit Transformation. After descending to the lower realm, I face no risk of being erased by the Heavenly Dao. Even if I fail to save her, at worst I can reveal my true cultivation, ascend to the Profound Realm, and then descend again. If I try a few more times, I will surely be able to save your senior sister."
"But..." Song Wen appeared hesitant, as though he found it difficult to decide for the moment.
"Enough!"
A furious shout burst forth like a thunderclap, cutting off the conversation between the two.
The next moment.
Che Jing appeared inside the pavilion.
She reached out and seized Qiao Mengyu by the shoulder, forcefully dragging Qiao Mengyu behind her.
She herself stood between them, separating the two.
Che Jing glared at Song Wen, her gaze like two icy arrows.
"Lei Yue, so this was the vicious scheme behind your sudden appearance. You actually wanted Junior Sister Qiao to descend