If she ever had the chance, she wanted to rescue her.
But for now, she was sorry.
With that thought, Su Jiu turned the ornament in her hand. It was a jade bottle, and as she turned it, an incomplete red formation pattern immediately flew out from its base. The other two incomplete patterns flew out from their original positions as well, assembling themselves in midair into a complete formation pattern.
The complete formation pattern gradually expanded in midair, finally settling at a size just large enough to accommodate three people.
Yu Jin examined the formation pattern and was the first to step inside.
Afraid of falling behind, Lu Chuchu hurried in after him.
The next three entered one after another. Only when the formation's red light began to flicker, telling Su Jiu that little time remained, did she step inside. At that very instant, she clearly saw the Painted Lady in the picture give a faint smile.
Su Jiu softly said, "Goodbye."
A single goodbye, a heart full of melancholy.
Zheng Li had been restless these past two days. He paced back and forth inside a grand hall, his expression unusually grave.
The people below exchanged looks, clearly still unaware of what had happened.
Before long, a figure hurried in from outside the hall.
With a sweep of his wide sleeves, Zheng Li sat down in the seat of honor above them and asked with a vicious expression, "What did you find?"
The man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and hurriedly reported, "Those Golden Core cultivators are precisely-precisely the ones who appeared in the Water Mirror."
Zheng Li narrowed his eyes, yet his voice remained indifferent. "Oh?"
"Then they must also be the ones who killed Thirty-Seventh."
He then looked at the man still kneeling below and