The female cultivator seemed rather lively by nature, but under the present circumstances, that liveliness was hardly endearing.
The eighteen Enforcement Hall disciples let her chatter noisily beside them, neither answering her questions nor driving her away.
Some cultivators with keen instincts, however, could tell that these black-clad Enforcement Hall disciples were clearly growing impatient.
They could only hope that she would stop being so foolish and courting death.
Yet the female cultivator obviously could not hear what anyone else was thinking. She even launched into another round of courting death.
"What is wrong with you people? How can you be so cold-blooded? Do you have any idea how dangerous this Miasma Forest is? Your hall master is in danger right now! Aren't you worried about him at all?
Listen to me! Send your Hall Master Xia a Message Talisman now, immediately, this instant! Tell him to come back at once! Any later, and he won't be able to get out!
In all my life, I've never seen anyone come out alive after venturing deep into the Miasma Forest!
Your hall master really is in danger right now!"
Her agitation lent a shrill edge to her voice.
The Heavenly Music Pavilion girl who had stopped her senior sister earlier frowned slightly. They were already distraught enough over their senior sister. What was this female cultivator trying to do now? Stop Xia Jue from rescuing people?
"What gives you the right to meddle in someone else's decisions?" The girl made no effort to be polite.
The female cultivator clearly had not expected someone to snap at her for her good intentions.
She turned toward the pink-clad girl, and as though recalling something, a look of contempt appeared on her face. "So you're a Heavenly Music Pavilion disciple. No wonder you're so