"The Evening Drum? You know where the Evening Drum is?"
Lianshan Xin, who had been about to attack her, checked his restless heart just in time.
Yan Shuang smiled faintly. "As long as you rescue me, Young Master Xie, I can swear to Heaven that I will take you to the Evening Drum."
"I went to where you were today, but that coffin simply wouldn't open. Yan Xiezhi even tried to blow you up, but that did nothing to the coffin either."
At Lianshan Xin's words, Yan Shuang's expression visibly darkened. "I never expected Yan Xiezhi to forsake our many years as brother and sister for wealth and glory. Fortunately, Mad Saber and Young Master Xie kept their word and did not disappoint me."
Hearing this, Lianshan Xin felt reassured and asked, "Is Senior Feng, Mad Saber, all right?"
"He is fine. He only suffered minor injuries fighting Miaoyin Heavenly Maiden. Young Master Xie, sorry for the trouble, but please visit the place where I am sealed again tomorrow." "Even if I go, I won't be able to open that black coffin, unless you've captured Miaoyin Heavenly Maiden and can use her as a blood sacrifice tomorrow."
"You guessed correctly, Young Master Xie."
"Huh?" Lianshan Xin was startled. "You really captured Miaoyin Heavenly Maiden?"
"It wasn't me, but Feng Xuange. Miaoyin Heavenly Maiden was besieged by a group of powerful fighters. In the end, outnumbered, she fell into Feng Xuange's hands." "So that was what happened."
Lianshan Xin silently digested this bombshell.
But something still felt wrong.
Miaoyin Heavenly Maiden was a Bodhisattva of Spirit Mountain, while Feng Xuange was merely a local Great Grandmaster from the Miao Frontier.
Would Spirit Mountain stand by while a Great Grandmaster from a remote backwater like the Miao Frontier made them lose face?