Qiao Xi didn't react for a moment, but it quickly came to her memory. "Oh right, I forgot to tell A Jin."

"Er'er told me that he was a man in his late thirties, and... he also mentioned the Heavenly Slaughter Sect to me."

"From what he said, the man who saved me seems to be from the Heavenly Slaughter Sect," Qiao Xi said, not entirely certain.

That's what she said, but she felt it was impossible. How could the people from the Heavenly Slaughter Sect come all the way to save her? She had absolutely no connection with the Heavenly Slaughter Sect.

Upon hearing this name, Bai Xiuyan reacted somewhat strangely, "The Heavenly Slaughter Sect?"

Qiao Xi nodded. "Yes, that rumored organization. He told me that it really exists."

Qiao Xi initially thought it was just a rumor, something someone had fabricated. But she didn't think Er'er was lying, nor did she think he had any reason to lie. So the organization must really exist.

Bai Xiuyan's expression changed drastically as he asked, "Who told you that?"

Qi Jincheng answered for her with a somewhat solemn expression: "One of Ma Qianbang's men, whom we captured earlier, was the one Xi'er got the information from him."

"Where is he?" Bai Xiuyan asked urgently.

Speaking of this, Qiao Xi felt a little guilty, since he was the one who let the person escape. She could only say frankly, "They escaped. I don't know."

At the same time, Qiao Xi also noticed Bai Xiuyan's abnormality. Did he know something about the Heavenly Slaughter Sect?

"Uncle, what's wrong?" Qiao Xi asked cautiously.

Bai Xiuyan realized his lapse in composure and quickly regained his composure, saying, "It's nothing."

Qiao Xi sensed something was off about him, so she tentatively asked, "If that person really was from the Heavenly Slaughter Sect, then why did he save me?"

Bai Xiuyan decisively said to her, "You watch too many TV dramas, you actually believe that kind of stuff."

Does that mean it's fake?

"Does the Heavenly Slaughter Sect not exist?" Qiao Xi asked Bai Xiuyan again for confirmation.

Bai Xiu said coldly and firmly, "Even if it exists, the person who saved you could not possibly be from the Heavenly Slaughter Sect."

Qiao Xi thought the same thing. Regardless of whether the Heavenly Slaughter Sect existed or not, the identity of the person who saved her was indeed questionable.

Just as Qiao Xi was pondering to herself, Qi Jincheng and Bai Xiuyan met eyes. Bai Xiuyan seemed to be intentionally avoiding her gaze, which made Qi Jincheng even more certain that there was something between him and the Heavenly Slaughter Sect.

"I see Aunt Liu has already prepared dinner. Shall we go eat first?" Qiao Xi broke the unusual silence in the study.

Qi Jincheng gestured to Qiao Xi, "Xi'er, go ahead, we'll be right down."

Qiao Xi knew they had something to say, and replied knowingly, "Okay."

After Qiao Xi left, Bai Xiuyan, his voice low and agitated, exclaimed, "This is absolutely impossible!"

Qi Jincheng was unaware of the relationship between Bai Xiuyan and the Heavenly Slaughter Sect, but his reaction revealed something, especially his certainty that the person who saved Qiao Xi was not from the Heavenly Slaughter Sect.

In Qi Jincheng's view, the more certain he was, the more problematic there was.

"How much do you know about the Heavenly Slaughter Sect?" Qi Jincheng asked directly.

At times like this, there's no need to beat around the bush.

Bai Xiuyan insisted, "I said it's impossible, and it's impossible!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned his wheelchair and left without hesitation, saying, "I'm going back now."

Xiyuan Villa, in the southern suburbs.

In the dimly lit room, Jun Jiuge slowly woke up while lying on the bed, surrounded by a very familiar fragrance.

That used to be her favorite scent, but ever since that person found out about it, she began to reject that fragrance, and even felt disgust and fear towards it.

She suddenly opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was a very unfamiliar environment, followed by a familiar figure who was tidying up her things.

After noticing that Qiao Xi had woken up, she greeted her in a very calm manner, "Awake?"

Then she came over carrying a medicine box, slowly sat down by the bed, and opened the medicine box.

After picking up the new gauze and medicine, she reached out to change the dressing on Jun Jiuge's arm, but was fiercely refused, "Don't touch me!"

She also found this woman repulsive, especially her behavior in front of that man.

The woman scoffed and asked, "So you want your master to change your dressing himself?"

It really was his place.

Jun Jiuge looked around the room; this must be his residence in the capital.

The woman was worried that her master would blame her, so she could only try to persuade Jun Jiuge, "Your injury is very deep. If it is not treated properly, your arm may become crippled."

"It doesn't matter." Jun Jiuge rejected her again, showing no appreciation.

The woman dared not force her, after all, her master was there, and he could appear at any moment; she dared not do anything to him.

Such things have happened before, and she was severely punished by her master in the end.

The woman then said in a sarcastic tone, "You don't care, but the master does."

"To avenge you, your master left no one alive."

"What are you talking about?" Jun Jiuge didn't understand what she meant, but she could vaguely sense something.

The woman told her without hesitation, "Ma Qianbang, along with his men, were all executed by their master."

Upon hearing this, Jun Jiuge fell silent, her face extremely pale.

But after a short while, she gave a mocking sneer and said, "Heh, what a great show that you directed and acted in yourself."

"Xiao Jiu's words really hurt my feelings." A deep, magnetic voice suddenly rang out in the room.

Upon hearing the voice, the woman immediately stood up and bowed to the source of the voice, saying, "Master."

"You can go out now," Yan Luoheng gestured to her.

The woman obediently replied, "Yes."

Seeing his anger rising uncontrollably, Jun Jiuge roared at him, "Get out!"

The shout aggravated her wound, causing it to burn.

Instead of getting angry, Yan Luoheng laughed and asked, "Xiao Jiu, this is my place. How can a guest drive the host away?"

Jun Jiuge was too lazy to waste words with him. She struggled to get out of bed, picked up the clothes beside her, and put them on with a heavy heart before preparing to leave.

Yan Luoheng watched silently as she finished dressing. Her weak appearance was truly pitiful. How he used to enjoy teasing her when she was weak!

Although he still has that urge now, he suppresses it himself.

"Where are you going?" Yan Luoheng stepped forward to help her straighten her clothes.

He reached out to her, and Jun Jiuge instinctively took a step back. Thanks to him, avoiding his touch became her most primal reaction.