"I agree! Whatever you want me to do, Senior, I'm willing."
Qing Shuang spoke through gritted teeth, then continued.
"That beast Xiao Yuankui didn't just defile me. He also cut off my path of cultivation. If it means killing him, I'm willing to risk my life."
"Rest assured, I'll do everything I can to keep you alive." Song Wen smiled. "You have one hour. Go pack your things and say farewell to your fellow disciples. Then we'll leave."
As soon as he finished speaking, the barrier condensed from corpse qi dissolved.
Qing Shuang said nothing more. She turned and flew through the mountain gate.
Song Wen soared upward, straight into the Nine Heavens, and vanished among the white clouds.
The guards outside Cold River Gate's mountain gate all let out long breaths of relief.
The pressure Song Wen had placed on them had been terrifying.
Barely half an hour later, Qing Shuang appeared outside the mountain gate again.
Song Wen did not show himself. From a distance, he swept her up with Immortal Essence and carried her into the sea of clouds high above.
An airship was already waiting there.
After Qing Shuang landed on its deck, she bowed to Song Wen.
"Greetings, Senior. I haven't yet asked your name."
"Extreme Yin." Song Wen waved a hand. "We'll be spending a long time together. There's no need for such formalities."
Qing Shuang straightened and spoke again.
"Senior Extreme Yin, forgive me for asking, but there's one thing I don't understand—Xiao Yuankui has seen me before. Though several hundred years have passed, he should still remember my face and cultivation aura. If I try to lure him out, I fear he'll see through me easily."
Song Wen turned his wrist, and a veil appeared in his palm.
"Wear this. It