A look of relief appeared in Qing Zhiyan's eyes: "That's wonderful! Once your master comes out, the status of the Three States on the continent will definitely rise to a higher level."

In reality, he was thinking: Heh, I'll just quietly watch you lie without batting an eye.

Jiang Yuetong had no idea what she was thinking. She only saw that she seemed to have believed her own words, but still felt that something was not quite right.

Especially the way she looked at him, excited yet afraid, completely different from her previous disdain.

She, who was originally arrogant and disdainful of others, now stood there obediently with her hands at her sides, like a child admitting her mistake.

Jiang Yuetong couldn't quite put her finger on what she was feeling, but she felt as if she knew something.

She was, after all, a good friend of his master, so he had to be careful.

Jiang Yuetong looked at her with a faint smile: "I wonder what brings you here to see your master this time?"

Qing Zhiyan blinked and said, "I've come to ask you for help finding your man and bringing him to me by force."

This was what she was thinking, but she dared not say it.

He was afraid of being struck by lightning by the female lead.

"Actually, it's nothing." Qing Zhiyan smiled awkwardly and said no more.

Seeing this, Jiang Yuetong nodded thoughtfully: "If you just want to meet your master, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed."

Qing Zhiyan quickly waved her hand and casually said, "It's alright, it's alright. Breaking through my cultivation is the most important thing. I'll come and meet him after he comes out of seclusion!"

After saying that, he smiled and turned to leave.

She stopped after taking a few steps, turned around and looked at Jiang Yuetong sitting on the throne, and said very politely, "Farewell."

Watching Qing Zhiyan's receding figure, he turned around and disappeared from her sight.

Jiang Yuetong glanced sideways at Qingfeng beside her, and the other party immediately understood and quickly caught up with Qing Zhiyan.

While still muttering something, Qing Zhiyan quickly waved her hand at him, looking somewhat embarrassed.

After the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Jiang Yuetong then heard Qingfeng's voice: "Master, I have already sent someone to take her back."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yuetong quickly finished her business for the day and did not linger in the main hall. She got up and went to the South Hall to visit Li Qingrong.

...

At this moment, Li Qingrong was already practicing her sword in the courtyard.

Since her divine sword has not yet been reforged, she is currently holding the old silver sword, which doesn't feel as comfortable to wield as the divine sword.

I caught a glimpse of a purple figure out of the corner of my eye.

Li Qingrong's lips curled slightly, and then she gathered her spiritual power and poured it into the sword, charging towards her without saying a word.

Jiang Yuetong stood quietly in the corridor without moving.

As Li Qingrong's sword rapidly approached her, several hidden guards who had been lying in wait around gradually revealed themselves, with the leader using a large knife to block her sword.

Glancing at the five guards surrounding her, Li Qingrong launched a counterattack instead of retreating, her moves swift and ruthless, and the guards showed no mercy in return.

The two sides quickly started fighting.

Unless Jiang Yuetong gives the order, the guards will not stop, and the courtyard will soon be a mess.

Jiang Yuetong crossed her arms in front of her chest, leaned against a pillar, and looked on with amusement.

The more capable Li Qingrong is, the more effective the resources she invests will be. If nothing unexpected happens, she will become a ninth-grade alchemist in less than half a year.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yuetong tried her best to suppress her excitement. Once the cold poison in Lü Jingliang's body was cured, her next goal would be to revive her mother.

As time passed, the two guards were kicked to the ground by Li Qingrong's knees.