"Are you wondering how you got in?" Feng Feitian appeared before Luo Qian like a ghost, a silken chill in her eyes. Luo Qian chuckled and glanced at the line of large characters carved into the stone stele: "Memorial Tablets of the Flying Heaven Gate's Ancestral Masters." He said, "Senior, this is your sect's sacred ground. It's hardly appropriate for an outsider like me to stay here. Please let me out."
Feng Feitian suddenly smiled. Her face was ugly, and with her teeth clenched, that smile turned it into a terrifying ghostly visage. Luo Qian shuddered. "You still want to leave?" she asked coldly. "A filthy man like you deserves to be torn limb from limb and denied rebirth for all eternity!" Luo Qian's heart went cold. He had guessed right. Then Feng Feitian smiled again, a smile even more terrifying than the last. "But you are Fei'er's beloved, after all. I'll show you special mercy. I won't kill you."
Luo Qian breathed a sigh of relief and bowed with a smile. "Senior, you nearly scared me to death." "But though I'll spare your life, you won't escape punishment. I'll gouge out your eyes and cut out your tongue, slash your face and bend your body into a hunchback. Then I'll imprison you here to guard the Flying Heaven Gate's ancestral spirits for generations. After I pass on, my disciple will take charge of the Flying Heaven Gate, and you'll be able to see her again. What a pity she won't recognize you. You'll know it's her, but you won't be able to speak or see. Won't that be painful? Hahaha! Oh, and once you've disappeared, I'll personally find my disciple a husband. I guarantee he'll be a handsome, dashing talent of the Immortal Realm. When the two of them