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"Where are the Lu Family members?"

"Reporting to the Holy Son, the several senior brothers sent by the Lu Family have already laid an ambush on the outskirts, waiting for Gu Sheng to appear."

A disciple answered respectfully.

"An ambush?"

Shen Qingyun sneered. Suddenly, he struck out with his palm, sending the speaking disciple flying backward. The disciple crashed heavily into a mountain wall dozens of meters away.

"Please calm your anger, Holy Son!"

The remaining disciples were so frightened that they hurriedly fell to their knees.

"A bunch of idiots!"

Shen Qingyun was utterly furious.

"Ambush and kill Gu Sheng outside the secret realm? Do you think the grudge between Great Desolation Sacred Academy and Linlang Pavilion isn't deep enough already?!"

One of his confidants gathered his courage and asked.

"Then, Holy Son, what should we do next?"

Shen Qingyun forcibly suppressed the rage in his heart.

"Return to the academy first. For this severed-arm injury, I must ask Master to act before the limb can regenerate."

His eyes were filled with malice.

"As for Gu Sheng, if he comes out alive, the Lu Family will deal with him. If he dies in the secret realm, then he's lucky!"

"Yes!"

Everyone answered in unison.

Shen Qingyun gave the now-tranquil entrance to the secret realm one final look, the resentment in his eyes growing even stronger.

He turned and left, his empty sleeve snapping in the wind like a banner of humiliation.

The mountain gate of the Imperial Sect was shrouded in clouds and mist.

Ye Jianjia, dressed in bloodstained white, staggered into the mountain gate. The gatekeeping disciples were shocked at the sight of her.

"Senior Sister Ye! What happened to you—"

"Move!"

Ye Jianjia had no time to explain as she rushed toward the sect master's hall. Disciples