It had been a very, very long time since anyone had dared come charging in here to kill, just as the woman who looked exactly like Zhen'er had predicted all those years ago.
That was also why they said anyone who dared come here to ask for Zhen'er's hand would either be someone capable of dealing with them, or possibly her destined partner.
Who would dare come here to propose marriage unless he truly loved Zhen'er?
But the situation now seemed rather confused. The Ninth Lord could sense it. Not only had someone come charging in, but there seemed to be quite a lot of them. Why?
For a moment, he genuinely could not wrap his head around it. What should he do?
Having asked for help, Shi Chun finally turned his attention to him and shamelessly asked Zhen'er, "Zhen'er, who is this?"
He was asking a question he already knew the answer to, in a sense. How could a strangely dressed young man appear here unless he was either a terrifying existence himself or someone close to one?
Zhen'er said, "This is the Ninth Lord."
"Oh my..." Shi Chun looked utterly shocked, as though mortified by his own disrespect.
He was just about to start flattering him when everyone's gaze turned skyward again. There was only one reason: Li Hongjiu had arrived, riding his Wind Scales in pursuit.
Li Hongjiu was not blind. With so many people clustered down below, he naturally spotted them.
Was this the Lakeside Isle? Li Hongjiu had heard the related legends from his elders too. It seemed to be the heart of the Forbidden Ground, its most genuinely terrifying spot. Supposedly, many legendary top experts of the Cultivation World had lost their lives here.
Even as apprehension gripped him, he felt an inexplicable surge