After saying that, Qingfeng walked past her and left, but stopped after only a few steps. Without turning his head, he said, "By the way, remember to swear that you will never reveal the master's information again."

This means they no longer trust her.

Watching that receding figure, Rujing knelt down in the direction of the inn.

"By the will of Heaven, Rujing hereby swears that she will never again utter a word about Jiang Yuetong, the Lord of Huanhai Prefecture, or she will die a horrible death, her soul utterly destroyed."

No sooner had she finished speaking than a bolt of lightning struck down with a loud bang, landing squarely on Rujing's forehead.

Once an oath is made, it must never be broken; otherwise, the Heavenly Dao will punish you, and even the most powerful cultivator cannot escape it.

Hearing the deafening sound, Qingfeng paused in his tracks and couldn't help but sigh.

...

Three days later.

Jiang Yuetong and her companions arrived outside the city of the Wutian Empire, preparing to head to the center of the Wanchuan Forest for further training.

An anxious shout came from behind.

The distance was quite far, and she couldn't hear what was being said very clearly. Jiang Yuetong subconsciously stopped and looked back, as if someone was calling her name.

Not long after, an elderly man in a white robe arrived in front of her, scrutinizing Jiang Yuetong's face as if to confirm something.

He swallowed hard and said, "This must be the Lord of Huanhai Prefecture. I am Jiang Xinyao's teacher. I am here unexpectedly because there was some unexpected trouble in the academy's competition this time."

For some reason, more than half of the students haven't been able to get out of the painting. Our dean would like to ask you to come and help.

As soon as she finished speaking, Jiang Yuetong's face darkened.

Without saying anything more, the group quickly used the Flash Talisman to head to the academy.

At this moment, the dean of the academy and more than a dozen teachers were working together to try to open up the space in the painting.

This situation lasted for several days, and they would never have asked the students' parents to come and help if they hadn't had no other choice.

This is truly damaging to the college's reputation.

When Jiang Yuetong and her group arrived, many students and their families had already gathered there. The dean nodded politely to her, saying, "Lord of Huanhai Prefecture."

Jiang Yuetong nodded slightly in response.

Looking at the landscape painting floating in front of the teachers, she asked with a hint of urgency, "What's going on?"

The dean said thoughtfully, "This has never happened before. We suspect that something must have happened inside, causing the space in the painting to close before the time was up."

Jiang Yuetong's eyes flickered slightly, and without saying a word, she took out the Jade Bone Demon Fan and slashed at it, but it was bounced back.

Seeing this, the dean shook his head slightly: "It's no use, we've tried many methods but haven't been able to open it."

Putting away the Jade Bone Demon Fan, Jiang Yuetong asked coldly, "Do those students who were able to come out know what happened inside?"

This is what she's most worried about. She's heard that there are monsters roaming in the space inside the painting, and she doesn't know if Yao Yao can handle them.

Jiang Yuetong regretted letting her in.

Among the students observing the commotion from outside, one of them suddenly spoke up: "For some reason, the space in the painting suddenly experienced a landslide and the temperature became unbearably hot. I sensed something was wrong while I was in the forest, so I crushed the sign and came out. I didn't see anything else."

"Yes, yes, I was wondering why all the monsters that were attacking people ran away. Turns out they were scared away."

Hearing these words, Jiang Yuetong's heart sank.

He secretly sent a telepathic message to Jing Shuang, who was guarding the prison in Huanhai Prefecture, asking her to go and check on the Second Miss's lamp spirit.

As if remembering something, Jiang Yuetong's hands, hanging at her sides, clenched slightly. She wondered if the Snow Spirit Fox could protect Yao Yao.