Huazhen Hall.
Xie Lingyu strode into the hall, which was exceptionally lively at that moment.
A large, meticulously detailed portrait of an old monk hung to one side. Wukong stood nearby, studying the portrait and then Yuankong.
Yuankong was immobilized by magical power. Several cultivators were taking out substances of unknown composition, some like mud and others like stone, and smearing them over his face. The smell could hardly be called tolerable, and it certainly was not pleasant.
Yuyang Daozi wore a broad smile.
Lin Luoyu stood where she was, looking faintly sympathetic.
Among all those people, Xie Lingyu nevertheless spotted the person she wanted to find at first glance.
Chu Xingchen stood before Yuankong, holding a pill between his fingers, his expression seemingly persuasive.
But with a pill in his hand, whatever his expression, his words could not possibly be persuasion. They were a naked threat.
"Xingchen." Xie Lingyu inwardly breathed a sigh of relief.
Chu Xingchen turned at her voice. Seeing Xie Lingyu and Cui Hao beside her, the first thing he did was put the pill back into his Spatial Ring.
It was better not to let Lingyu see this.
Chu Xingchen smiled and said, "You're back?"
Xie Lingyu nodded gently. With so many people here, she had originally wanted to walk more slowly and elegantly, but clearly, more than maintaining her reserve and elegance, she now wanted to reach Chu Xingchen's side sooner.
To Xie Lingyu, Chu Xingchen's undertaking this time had been far too risky.
Although everyone said the Buddhist Sect would have reservations and would not attack Chu Xingchen, those were all predictions. No one could guarantee that some deranged Buddha would not strike.
Whether Ru Nan would choose to fight until the fish died and the net broke over this matter was still