Hmm? What were the Yang Cultivator and Wei Clan Cultivator doing here?
With Yin Qingxue appearing, the crisis should have been resolved already.
Could it be... they were coming for me? But how could they know of my existence?
Su Shi'er's thoughts raced as he secretly began circulating the True Yuan within his body at once.
Before he could figure out the reason, voices came from outside the door again.
"Hmph! Betraying Heavenly Capital? What an enormous hat to pin on someone. I think the one betraying Heavenly Capital is you!"
At the courtyard entrance, the Yang Cultivator and Wei Clan Cultivator wildly urged their True Yuan.
As they spoke, endless streams of True Yuan battered the courtyard's defensive array. Cracks surfaced once more across the defensive array Yin Qingxue had repaired, and it was already on the verge of collapse.
"What do you mean by that, Senior Brother Yang?" Cui Huan's expression turned grave, while her eyes rolled rapidly.
As she spoke, a talisman in her sleeve transformed into a subtle streak of light. It sank into the earth by the hem of her skirt, then silently sped away into the distance.
At the same time, the True Yuan within her body continuously sank downward, flowing through her feet into the manor's array and maintaining the defensive array Yin Qingxue had set up.
"What do I mean? Don't you know perfectly well in your heart? Will you hand the person over yourself, or do you want us to personally drag them out?"
"If you cooperate obediently, then for the sake of your many years of service to Heavenly Capital, there may still be a sliver of hope for you. Otherwise... you should know the Prefect Lord's methods well enough."
The Yang Cultivator kept a straight face as he stared