Yun Zhilan had a feeling that this elderly Nascent Soul Cultivator who had entered with Huang Qixuan had an ulterior motive. But... what was he after?
Even if every one of them died, the Shu Weapons could never fall into Yang Lao's hands. Besides, those weapons weren't worth such elaborate scheming from a Nascent Soul True Lord.
She should have held herself back more. Her hatred for Huang Qixuan really had clouded her senses.
Yun Zhilan cursed under her breath, missing the malicious smile spreading across Yang Lao's face. For his master's great undertaking, every sacrifice was worthwhile. He was only one step from completing the sacrifice, and he would never let Yun Zhilan ruin it.
If he killed the one called Wang Li, he could throw her into turmoil and keep her from interfering with his master's plans. As for that reckless brat with the blade, he was no great threat. However formidable he was, he was still only at the Golden Core stage.
Fortunately, the boy had yet to grow into his strength.
Yang Lao soon began targeting Wang Li. Yun Zhilan poured all her strength into protecting him, leaving her unable to watch over the others behind her. Fortunately, Chen Zui was there, barely keeping the situation in balance.
But Wang Li couldn't fight, and Yun Zhilan had to expend herself protecting him. Seeing it, Wang Li wished he could slit his own throat right there in the prison.
No. This can't go on. I can't keep dragging Sister Lan down. It's not as though I truly can't fight. At worst—
"No—" Yun Zhilan shouted, pressing down Wang Li's raised hand.
Yang Lao's face was full of spite. "You killed Huang Qixuan. One of you ought to pay for his life with your own. If not you,