Outside Half-Piece City.
A scene of utter devastation.
Lu Bancheng led the Lu Clan disciples as they stood amid the ruins and bowed deeply.
They did not rise for a long time.
The sea of clouds churned across the heavens.
The flying vessel tore through the air, speeding toward Jieqing Sect in the distance.
At the prow.
Jiang Yuechu stood against the wind in a bloodstained white robe.
Her face was cold and serene, her eyes closed in quiet meditation.
At the rear of the deck.
Wang Chen's expression shifted uncertainly as he hesitated several times, words on the tip of his tongue.
In the end, he could not hold back and lowered his voice. "Senior Brother Chen."
"Can the Lu Clan really be trusted?"
"If they turn around and reveal the truth to Wusang Sect, spilling everything that happened today, won't we be left dead without even a place to bury our bones..."
Hearing this, Chen Yuan silently glanced at the white-robed figure in the distance.
He merely gave a bitter smile.
"If you want to gain something, you naturally have to shoulder some risk. How could such overwhelming fortune fall from the sky for no reason?"
He paused.
His gaze swept over Jiang Yuechu again.
Though he knew that her status was utterly different from theirs.
Even if something truly went wrong, the Dao Sect's punishment for her would certainly be different.
Yet after their two encounters, he felt that he had more or less grasped the temperament of this guest elder.
She appeared ruthless in her actions, leaving no room for mercy.
But if things truly reached the point of exposure...
With the goodwill from their decisive assistance today.
She would never simply watch them get pushed out as scapegoats.
Chen Yuan shook his head, setting those