When the powerful Ming Zhuo woke up, she found herself an abandoned orphan about to be publicly disowned by a wealthy family on a show. Someone told her that her biological mother was a delicate mo...
"There's something strange about this bell!" Master Xuanmiao felt his soul was unsettled, and quickly made hand seals and chanted incantations, "Quickly concentrate your mind and calm your breath, focus your energy and guard your oneness!"
Everyone sat cross-legged on the spot, silently reciting the Heart-Cleansing Mantra, struggling against the temptation.
He Wangyao was well-versed in various survival tactics. She had already clutched her protective talisman when she sensed something was wrong and frantically chanted the Heart-Cleansing Mantra. Surprisingly, she was in the best condition among everyone.
This created a gap in the magic circle, and in the darkness, a burly figure appeared heavily on the edge of the terrace, about to climb up.
With a final push of his hands, Mingzhuo roughly pressed the magic seal into Yang Juntong's mind, then looked up at the dark figure and said indifferently, "You're too late. The feast is over."
The shadowy figure paused for a moment, and a hint of disappointment could be vaguely seen on its face.
But after a moment, it opened its mouth, its voice strange and hoarse: "N-no problem. The master said that practice makes perfect. You can pull it out again."
Mingzhuo smiled and asked, "Guess if I'll agree?"
The shadowy figure remained silent for a moment; although it possessed intelligence, it seemed quite bewildered. Mingzhuo guessed that it was probably communicating with its so-called "master."
A moment later, the shadowy figure spoke again, "Then, I'll kill you."
It said it would kill her, but it didn't move.
Mingzhuo had no idea what was going on with this thing. Was he out of his mind?
"Are you going to kill me or not? If you don't, I'll kill you." Before she finished speaking, she drew her peach wood sword and slashed at him.
The shadowy figure was slow-witted, but its movements were anything but slow, displaying extraordinary speed.
The peach wood sword wasn't aimed at it, but rather at some unknown place. An invisible sword light cleaved through the void, and the tinkling sound of the bell suddenly disappeared.