Zhu Ji's body was covered with wounds of varying depths, and her breath grew increasingly weak.

As she watched her companions being captured one by one, her heart filled with grief and indignation at the theft of the divine relic, she was overcome with rage and spat out another mouthful of blood.

Seeing this, Venerable Canglang casually waved his hand and said, "Alright, you've tested out the moves you've been practicing recently. Take him back."

Qi Yu, who was watching: "..."

It doesn't cause much harm, but it's extremely insulting.

Zhu Ji became even angrier, and the Flying Star Sect cultivators surrounding her took out their imprisoning artifacts one after another, eager to throw them at her.

"They want to take me away..."

Zhu Ji had a piece of silk thread wrapped around her hand. She exhaled and cruelly used the thread to cut her finger.

Blood splattered on the silk threads, and a sudden note from a zither rang out.

The music was mournful and ethereal, seemingly carrying a strange power.

Qi Yu felt dizzy for a moment, and when she opened her eyes again, Zhu Ji was gone.

There was something strange about the music!

The disciples surrounding Zhu Ji looked around in astonishment, but Zhu Ji had indeed disappeared.

Venerable Canglang's brows twitched slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "They escaped."

The secret realm was shaking so badly it was on the verge of collapse. He took out his communication jade scroll and sent some messages. He also summoned the cultivators to search for any remaining survivors, seemingly without any concern that the secret realm would collapse.

As the earth shook, Qi Yu suddenly noticed a small figure appear in the middle of the lake.

He looked to be about seven or eight years old, dressed in a well-fitting light yellow shirt. His face was tender, delicate, and cute, but his expression was solemn, quite different from his appearance. His hands kept changing hand seals, and after a moment, the secret realm miraculously stabilized.

The others did not seem to notice his presence.

When Qi Yu looked again, the young boy had already disappeared without a trace.

Who is that...?