As the three saw Zhuyan awakening, they gasped in shock, too preoccupied to notice Gu Fuyou’s strange behavior. Qing Zhe shouted, “What are you waiting for? Hurry and replace the formation’s core now!” Gu Fuyou, who had been holding her head low with slumped shoulders, suddenly stood up straight, lifting her head. Zhong Michu’s brows knitted with concern, sensing something…
By the time the four reached the inner layer of Xian Luo near the Black Mountain, they saw a silhouette from a distance at the foot of the mountain, wielding a staff. Undoubtedly, it was Qing Man. A crack had opened on the side of the mountain, with glaring flames shining through. As they approached the foot of the mountain,…
After receiving the message from Qing Jun, Gu Fuyou did not act immediately. It’s not that she didn’t care; if Zhuyan were to escape, the entire cultivation world would be affected. They were all in this together; she couldn’t just stand aside. Firstly, she couldn’t just think of the present without considering the future. Although the Beizhou’s Qianyun Sect had…
Gu Fuyou, still unconvinced, crossed her arms and asked skeptically, “Alright, let me ask you. Years ago, you used your own body to seal Zhuyan, preventing its escape. Now, with you no longer reinforcing the seal and Zhuyan’s strength growing, the formation, even if repaired, is vulnerable without your body to strengthen it. Zhuyan could easily break it again. So,…
Gu Fuyou dispatched a family head to Beizhou, plagued by uncertainty. She wondered if Nianhua was acting rationally, recognizing the trickery and deeming it unfair to implicate her, or if it was simply the family head’s eloquence at play. Meanwhile, the much-talked-about punitive force was delayed, with no news for over a month. Gu Fuyou’s days passed as usual. But…