Martial Uncle Liu's heart suddenly trembled, and she instinctively turned to glance at Song Wen.
She suddenly realized that what the powdered-faced man had said was not entirely impossible, though the possibility was exceedingly slim.
But when she thought of the aura Song Wen had kept perfectly concealed, and of how they stood scarcely several yards apart, she immediately suppressed the unease in her heart.
Whatever he had come for, it was best not to provoke him lightly.
Otherwise, once they came to blows, he might not be able to escape Azure Flame Sect, but she herself would likely not survive either.
Best not to stir up needless trouble.
As for whether some strange upheaval had occurred at Primordial Origin Sect, what did it have to do with her?
Yet as she pondered this, perhaps seeing that she had remained silent for so long while Azure Flame Sect's mountain gate had already come faintly into view, the powdered-faced man persistently continued speaking to her through voice transmission.
"Martial Uncle Liu, this man's origins are suspicious. If we truly let him go so easily, it will be difficult to investigate him later. Don't let a single 'fairy' throw your mind into disarray..."
"Shut up!" Martial Uncle Liu's tone abruptly dropped several degrees.
She finally understood that the powdered-faced man seemed to be deliberately targeting Song Wen.
Hearing this, the powdered-faced man finally behaved himself, as quiet as a quail.
The three soon arrived before Azure Flame Sect's mountain gate.
Martial Uncle Liu took out a token. After channeling a trace of spiritual power into it, the token began to glow faintly.
A speck of spiritual light shot from the token and landed upon the transparent barrier over the mountain gate.
The barrier immediately opened a gap several yards high.
"Sir, please!"