Seeing Zi He's expression, Yang Lingrui sensed something and asked, "Miss Li, did something go wrong with your cultivation?"
"I wouldn't exactly call it a problem. Sigh... You'll understand once you see her."
"Alright, then I'll go pay her a visit first."
Zi He led Yang Lingshu into the main courtyard, while Yang Lingrui followed Li Qingwan's aura to that separate courtyard.
The moment he stepped inside, Yang Lingrui roughly understood what Zi He had meant.
"This killing intent is a little too heavy, isn't it?"
Standing at the courtyard gate, Yang Lingrui felt his heart tremble at the dense killing intent rushing straight at him.
Under the influence of that killing intent, every blade of grass and every tree in the courtyard had withered yellow, devoid of all life.
"This density of killing intent is nearly on par with when I massacred Eastern Wilderness troops on the battlefield."
Yang Lingrui was inwardly puzzled. What exactly had happened in Li Qingwan's cultivation for such bone-chilling killing intent to be born?
Carrying that doubt, Yang Lingrui stepped into the courtyard.
Facing the killing intent surging in from the west, he merely narrowed his eyes before using his own aura to drive it all back.
After all, when it came to the total number of enemies slain on the Eastern Expedition battlefield, he was the undisputed leader.
"Miss Li, Yang Lingrui of the Songshan Yang Family, has come to pay his respects."
Arriving before the door, Yang Lingrui raised a hand in salute.
Once his words fell, the killing intent filling the courtyard settled and receded somewhat.
"Young Master Yang, please come in. Qingwan cannot welcome you in person. I hope you will forgive me."
Li Qingwan's slightly hoarse voice came from within. Yang Lingrui slowly pushed open the door and entered.