Seeing that Bai Zhao wanted to leave with her, Zhao Yuwei waved her hands repeatedly: "If I leave with you from here, it will only cause you trouble."

She was very aware of her identity, and many eyes in Liuhuoshan Manor were fixed on her.

If she had even the slightest bit of courage to leave this place, she would probably face their relentless and endless pursuit.

Seeing Zhao Yuwei's complicated expression, Bai Zhao stood up and said, "They have no power to disobey my words. Just come with me."

He firmly believed that the manor owner would tacitly allow the two of them to leave together, since no one wanted Zhao Yuwei to be forced to stay here.

Zhao Yuwei felt immense pressure; she understood the man's feelings for her.

Seeing the atmosphere gradually becoming tense, Bai Zhao ignored it and forcefully pulled the person up: "Come on, let's get out of here first."

At the door, the two men saw Bai Zhao trying to take the person away and quickly blocked their way.

"The lord has decreed that no one may leave before the marriage is completed."

Bai Zhao glanced at them coldly, her face full of mockery: "If I insist on taking her away, can you stop me?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the two women lowered their heads in unison, unable to utter a single word.

"Walk."

He grabbed Zhao Yuwei's hand tightly, wanting to get her away from here as soon as possible.

Along the way, many disciples of Liuhuo Mountain Villa witnessed this scene, but none of them dared to step forward and stop it.

Judging from their expressions, they clearly felt that Bai Zhao had his own intentions.

After leaving Liuhuo Mountain Villa, Bai Zhao looked at Zhao Yuwei with a meaningful gaze: "If you intend to leave, now is your best opportunity."

He would never lay a hand on Zhao Yuwei. If Zhao Yuwei wanted to leave, he wouldn't even give her a token chase.

Seeing Bai Zhao's expression, Zhao Yuwei shook her head with a wry smile: "Let's not talk about these things. Take me around to see the surroundings."

She couldn't let Bai Zhao down; she couldn't drag him into danger just because she wanted to leave.

When he saw Zhao Yuwei's expression, a smile involuntarily appeared on his face, and the two slowly walked forward for a while.

The sounds of vendors hawking their wares drifted to my ears.

Bai Zhao glanced at the market and noticed that it contained many exquisite little items.

Walking a long way inside, I discovered that everything inside was something girls would like.

He made way for her, turned around and looked at Zhao Yuwei: "Come in and take a look, is there anything you like here?"

Zhao Yuwei looked up at the vendors and was surprised to find that they were all ordinary people.

He hadn't expected that even the Upper Realm possessed such a city.

Arriving at the vendor's stall, he squinted at the items inside, but didn't utter a single word.

She didn't want to owe Bai Zhao a favor, so naturally she couldn't take money from his pocket without feeling at ease.

Seeing that Zhao Yuwei had no interest in these things, he sighed helplessly, "Let's go inside and take a look."

The market isn't just about useful things; it also has food.

As soon as the two entered, they heard vendors hawking their wares.

Bai Zhao walked to Zhao Yuwei's side with a smile on her face: "What do you want to eat? Just tell me, and I'll buy it for you right away."

Judging from his appearance, he didn't seem to care at all how much these things cost.

Unfortunately, Zhao Yuwei had no interest in these things at all, and shook her head helplessly: "I'm sorry, I don't need such things."

Just as I was about to leave, I heard a noisy commotion nearby.

Looking in that direction, they saw a man blocking the way for an ordinary woman.

Judging from the appearance of this ordinary woman, she is clearly a married woman.

Seeing that Zhao Yuwei's eyes were looking in that direction, Bai Zhao simply went to Zhao Yuwei's side.

“You often see things like this in cities like this; the territory of a cult is not far ahead.”

If it weren't for the considerable power of their Liuhuo Mountain Manor, they wouldn't have been able to remain in this city.

When Zhao Yuwei learned that the man might be from a cult, her eyes burned with intense anger.

Just as they were about to make a move, Bai Zhao stopped them, shaking his head: "We can't make a move."

Each cultivator represents their sect, and killing someone in front of so many people could very well cause a huge problem.

When Zhao Yuwei saw that Bai Zhao wouldn't allow her to take action, how could she not know that he was worried about her getting into trouble?

The monk gripped the woman's arm tightly, as if trying to take her away.

The woman clung tightly to the other end, refusing to leave no matter what.

Inside the room, a man walked out, saw this scene, picked up a carrying pole from the side, and slammed it down heavily on the cultivator's head.

Judging from his appearance, he wanted to save his wife.

Unfortunately, the gap between cultivators and ordinary people is like an insurmountable chasm. With his meager strength, how could he possibly be a match for a cultivator?

"Bang..."

With a sudden burst of spiritual power from one hand, the carrying pole was shattered into pieces.

The man stared blankly as the carrying pole in his hand inexplicably disappeared, his face filled with despair, and he even felt that he had no future.

"Go quickly, don't worry about me."

The woman knew the man was no match for her, yet she desperately held onto the monk's hand, preventing him from getting close to her man.

Unfortunately, the power of a cultivator was far beyond what a woman could match. With a gentle exhale of spiritual energy, he sent the woman flying back several steps.

She turned around again, her face filled with murderous intent as she looked at the man, and struck him hard in the chest.

"Pfft..."

Blood mixed with fragments of internal organs spurted from his mouth.

Clearly, this person is beyond saving.

Xiao Feng and Su Xueqing happened to arrive nearby and watched helplessly as the cultivator killed the person.

"A cultivator attacking an ordinary person?"

Seeing Xiao Feng's surprised expression, Su Xueqing nodded slightly: "This world is a dog-eat-dog world. They can only blame their bad luck."

Those who are favored by cultivators but lack the spiritual power to utilize often meet a tragic end.

Xiao Feng couldn't stand this. Spiritual energy gradually surged in his palm, and he slowly moved closer to that person.

Judging from his appearance, it seemed he wanted to kill that cultivator.

Just as he was about to leave, Su Xueqing came up to Xiao Feng and stopped him: "Wait."

Xiao Feng looked at her with a surprised expression, not understanding why she was stopping him.

"I don't think we need to expose our strength to a mere mortal."

We're here for something more important. If we reveal our true strength here, we won't be able to complete the mission ahead.

Xiao Feng looked at Su Xueqing's serious expression, gritted his teeth, but there was nothing he could do.

He knew very well which matter was more important; revealing his strength to a mortal was indeed somewhat inappropriate.

If the mission fails, Su Xueqing will probably pin all the blame on him.