"Qichang, this is not something our Spirit Taming Sect can meddle in or inquire about. Act as though nothing happened. Pass down my command: no one is to mention this again. Anyone who disobeys will be executed!"
The Grand Elder at the head of the Spirit Taming Sect summoned Zhou Qichang into a secret chamber and issued a stern order. Traces of terror still lingered on the old man's gaunt face.
"Whatever their relationship, once that person returns to the sect, treat him as you normally would."
"Yes, Ancestor. I understand."
The entire Spirit Taming Sect had been scared out of its wits. Mu Bai was currently competing with the Artifact Spirit Ancestor for the soul crystal mine in the Shuhuan Mountain Range, unaware that the Spirit Taming Sect, where he had once been exceedingly cautious and dared not become involved in the struggle for Heir to the Sect, now had ancestors who were exceedingly cautious and dared not become involved in his affairs. Truly, fortune turned like a wheel, and today it was his turn to rule-all because of Madam Seven Emotions' one astonishing appearance.
Zhou Qichang meekly withdrew, still unable to forget Madam Seven Emotions' peerless beauty, though fear weighed more heavily on him. Despite his considerable confidence in his own looks, he dared not gamble with the Spirit Taming Sect's foundation of several thousand years.
At Mu Lan Pavilion, Mu Lan was checking the accounts beneath a lamp when its flame suddenly flickered and the light dimmed.
"Who are you? Have you come in the middle of the night with some instruction?"
The visitor was none other than Madam Seven Emotions. Her fiery red hair streamed out, making Mu Lan's heart tighten.
"May I borrow an incense stick's worth of your time?"
"Go ahead. Don't hurt anyone