Something Is Wrong with This Person

Elder Yanhua was somewhat surprised when he received the letter from Fusheng.

He hadn't had much interaction with this Demon Lord, nor had he had a chance to fight him before. He had only heard that the Demon Lord was ruthless and had killed several demon generals who disobeyed his orders shortly after he took the throne.

Hearing these rumors, Elder Yanhua knew that Fusheng was a formidable character.

Now, upon seeing the letter he had sent, which stated that he wanted to exchange hostages with him, Elder Yanhua immediately became alert and quickly summoned Sang Zheng and his wife, along with other people involved in the matter.

Sang Zheng and his companion arrived the fastest. After reading the letter, their expressions turned grim in unison.

"Fusheng has made an agreement with us to exchange hostages at the foot of the Flowing Light Sword Sect's mountain first thing tomorrow morning. What are your thoughts on this?" Elder Yanhua asked.

Sang Zheng Wen Miaoshu exchanged a glance, and finally Wen Miaoshu spoke first, "Didn't they deny kidnapping my daughter before? Why have they suddenly changed their tune today and are in such a hurry to replace her tomorrow?"

The couple didn't not want to find their daughter; every day Sang Ying remained in the hands of the Devil Race, they lived in constant fear. But this letter came too suddenly, leaving them no choice but to be suspicious.

Everyone else who read it said the same thing. Jiang Zhuoxue remained silent the whole time. He couldn't sense whether Sang Ying was good or bad. His heart felt empty, and he had no interest in getting involved in these matters.

Finally, one of the elders, after reading the letter, suddenly said, "Why does the handwriting on this letter look somewhat familiar?"

However, the others didn't pay much attention to these words, since it was just the handwriting, and that wasn't what they were discussing.

So the elder only mentioned it casually and didn't say much more; the others listened for a moment and then forgot about it.

Everyone offered their opinions, but no one could come to a definitive conclusion.

In the end, Elder Yanhua made the final decision on the replacement tomorrow. "No matter what, we cannot allow our own juniors to fall into the hands of the Devil Race."

Besides, even if there's something fishy about this, Jiang Zhuoxue will begin her tribulation as soon as Sang Ying returns. When the heavenly lightning strikes, who cares what kind of trouble the Devil Race has caused?

Upon hearing this, everyone agreed that it made sense, so no one present tried to stop them.

However, when Wen Miaoshu looked at the name "Sang Ying" written in the letter, she felt a strange unease.

However, she quickly suppressed this strange feeling and focused all her attention on her daughter who was about to return.

Although the Flowing Light Sword Sect had offended them before and almost gave away the peak where the family of three lived to outsiders, the peak returned to Sang Zheng his group after their return.

Now, Wen Miaoshu even went to tidy up her daughter's room and cleaned all the precious ornaments. At first glance, the whole room looks the same as it did back then, with only some minor changes.

Filled with anticipation for Sang Ying's return, everyone who knew about the hostage exchange was already preparing to welcome their senior sister back.

Dong Fuzhu, along with Lan Fusheng and Bai Kejin, waited early at the mountain gate, hoping to see Sang Ying as soon as possible. The three of them were also carrying a lot of spirit fruits, saying they were worried that their senior sister was starving while being imprisoned by the Devil Race.

Seeing this, Song Jiaojiao couldn't help but go up and strike up a conversation. "Are all three of you fellow disciples of Senior Sister?"

"Is the senior sister you're talking about my senior sister Sang Ying?" Dong Fuzhu was the first to speak.

Song Jiaojiao nodded hurriedly. "It's Senior Sister Sang Ying." In fact, in her heart, the only one she could call "Senior Sister" was Sang Ying, but there were many female cultivators in the sect who had been with her for a long time, so it would probably not be appropriate for her to say that.

Upon hearing this, Dong Fuzhu laughed, "Then you have good judgment. We're just waiting for our senior sister to come back. I heard that today is the day for the exchange of hostages between the two sides. I wonder when she'll be back."

The four of them looked up at the long staircase in front of them, their eyes filled with anticipation.

Elder Yanhua and his group, who had escorted Fan Nanjun away long ago, were now anxiously waiting. Fortunately, Fusheng didn't keep them waiting too long, and soon a group of Devil Race emerged from the city shrouded in Demonic Qi.

Wen Miaoshu spotted her daughter from afar, and the couple instinctively clasped hands together.

Exchanging hostages is no simple matter, and Fusheng wouldn't dare to casually hand them over to his demon generals; this time, he personally took charge.

So when he got closer and saw what these people looked like, Fusheng felt strangely that they looked somewhat familiar.

Elder Yanhua, in particular, couldn't help but glance at the other person again.

"Now that the Demon Lord has arrived, there's no need for further words. Please bring Sang Ying out." Elder Yanhua pushed Fan Nanjun forward with one hand.

Fusheng clapped his hands noncommittally, and sure enough, two demon generals grabbed a young female cultivator whose hands were bound. The female cultivator was wearing a blue dress, and her eyes held a hint of coldness; it was clearly Sang Ying!

The moment Sang Zheng and his wife saw their daughter, they forgot everything else.

"Sang Sang!" Wen Miaoshu burst into tears as soon as she saw her daughter.

The woman opposite her, "Sang Ying," immediately struggled to break free from the demon general's grip. "Father, Mother, Master!"

A hint of vulnerability finally appeared on her usually indifferent face.

Elder Yanhua didn't want to delay. "Since the people have already been brought, there's no need to say anything more. Let them switch them over."

Fusheng shared the same idea. He nodded to the two demon generals, who then released their grip on "Sang Ying." Fan Nanjun's chains binding his hands and feet were also removed. Under the watchful eyes of both sides, the two walked step by step towards the other side.

This should have been a dangerous moment, but because both sides were willing to switch players, it ended smoothly. When Fan Nanjun and "Sang Ying" returned to their respective camps, they couldn't believe that everything had gone so well.

Elder Yanhua cupped his hands and said, "Now that the matter is settled, we will not stay any longer. Farewell."

After saying that, without caring about Fusheng's attitude, Elder Yanhua and the others left with "Sang Ying".

Wen Miaoshu and her dao companion quickly untied the rope from their daughter's hands. Upon seeing the red marks on her wrists, she almost burst into tears again.

Seeing this, Sang Ying smiled and comforted her, "Mother, you don't need to be sad for me. I'm already very grateful to be back safe and sound."

Wen Miaoshu was finally persuaded to calm down.

They moved quickly and were far away in no time. Just as everyone was about to leave Fusheng and the others' sight, "Sang Ying" quickly glanced behind her, and Fusheng in the distance nodded slightly to her.

No one paid attention to this scene, but Jiang Zhuoxue, who was following behind Sang Zheng, couldn't feel any affection for the so-called "Sang Ying" in front of her.

Something's off about this person.

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