The master he was calling out to was watching them from a distance, his anger and heartache turning into a kind of calm.

She described their current state to Shen Zhuochuan, word by word.

"..."

Shen Zhuochuan closed his eyes, exhaled, and when he opened them again, he still had a serious and rational expression.

"There's still time."

Just now, Zewu said that he wouldn't kill them like this.

Shen Zhuochuan's eyes darkened, his emotions churning within him.

If they weren't wary of the power of that strange white mist, with their combined cultivation levels, they could easily have pierced through Wutong Mountain.

pity.

The mountain was filled with eerie ghostly energy, and there was also a strange fire that made Lord Yanshan wary.

If a confrontation were to break out, and the ghostly aura spreading throughout the mountain were to spread, it could endanger the cultivation world.

There's also Wu Ling's father; many things haven't been investigated yet.

The two exchanged a glance. Song Tingwan watched them continue to be whipped, keeping a close eye on Qin Xi's breathing.

However, Ayao's gaze grew increasingly somber, as if she had calmed down.

It was as if they had something to be sure of.

She saw her sister and Aji exchange a glance, then she touched them and left.

Perhaps, Ayao and the others are also waiting for an opportunity for Zewu to leave.

Even if you're anxious, you need to calm down first.

Song Tingwan was filled with sorrow, wondering if there was any way to resolve her current predicament.

Both the cliff and the mustard seed space fell silent.

All that remained was the sound of ghostly energy lashing against them.

After an unknown amount of time, Immortal Lord Zewu, feeling bored, let go of her hand.

The invisible ghost whip in his hand dispersed with the energy.

"Unfortunately, it wasn't Song Tingwan they caught."

Seeing her break down must have made him ecstatic.

Zewu sighed regretfully, which made everyone who heard it change their expression.

Especially Song Siyao.

The cold gaze fixed on him, as if he were already dead.

Song Tingwan smiled.

If they were to actually fight, she would definitely try every magical artifact and treasure she could find, as long as she could kill him.

"You should stay here for now. Regardless of whether she has entered Wutong Mountain or not, I believe she will come to save you." Zewu looked at them gently, revealing a hypocritical smile.

"I'll spread some word, otherwise I'm afraid she'll find out too late."

He's such a good person.

Zewu turned around with a smile. The people in the cage had just caught their breath and hadn't had time to relax.

The man turned back.

He stroked his chin, pondered for a moment, and then a strange fire appeared in his hand.

The cage, which was covered in chains, shook violently and then plummeted to the ground.

With a bang—

The enormous, suspended cage crashed into the ghostly, strange fire that resembled magma.

At the edge of the cliff, Zewu smiled with satisfaction before turning away with peace of mind.

Inside the mustard seed space.

Song Tingwan swayed and grabbed Shen Zhuochuan's clothes. "Zewu immersed them in the lava at the bottom of the cliff."

Shen Zhuochuan's expression darkened further. "That was a disguise made of ghostly energy and strange fire."

So how are they doing?

The three people, the ghost, and the tiger all focused their attention on the now quiet pebble.

There was no sound at all.

Fortunately, they knew that Zewu wouldn't let them die for the time being.

But it won't be easy either.

The bracelet followed Zewu until the entrance to the secret passage closed, and Song Tingwan and Shen Zhuochuan appeared.

Without pausing for a moment, they walked toward the cliff.

The fake magma was bubbling and gurgling.

Only the eight chains that held the cage in place remained quietly immersed within.

The two looked at each other in bewilderment.

Song Tingwan thought for a moment and then dropped a spiritual plant down.

The moment the spiritual plant fell, it hissed and turned into invisible energy, returning to the air.

She pursed her lips, her expression not looking too good.

Shen Zhuochuan tentatively took out a piece of a spirit beast skull.

He used his spiritual energy to carefully bring the bone close to the fake lava.

The two men stared intently, and finally breathed a sigh of relief after the bone showed no reaction as it was immersed in the solution.

Next, they tried the spirit beast meat.

As a result, they will be burned.

The skin on the surface of the spirit beast's flesh was eroded.

Song Tingwan tried to separate them with spiritual energy, and fortunately it worked.

The two of them pondered how long they could sustain themselves in the cage using their spiritual energy.

Everyone was injured.

"Fortunately, it was just fake lava," Song Tingwan sighed softly.

If it were real lava, there would probably be no way to resist.

If Zewu brings them out again next time, I'm afraid only skeletons will remain.

"Can you pull them up?" Song Tingwan tried, using her spiritual energy to pull on the eight chains on the fake lava.

The chains swayed but showed no sign of lifting.

Shen Zhuochuan conjured a spear in his hand and flew away.

The gun pierced one of the chains, then suddenly transformed back into its original form.

The white dragon soared into the sky, completely occupying the space of the cliff.

Song Tingwan's vision went dark, and all that remained was a calmly looking at her with the dragon's white scales glowing. Then, it took his gun in its mouth and pulled her up sharply.

Aside from the rattling of the chains, the two tried their best to keep the noise down.

The power of the dragon, or rather the power of Shen Zhuochuan, is what makes him the person respectfully addressed as Lord Yunchuan.

The heavy cage, filled with fake lava, was slowly lifted up, revealing the figures of the group.

Baili Xijiang helped Qin Xi lean against his lap, his wary gaze instantly welling up with tears when he saw the woman standing alone on the cliff.

"division--"

"Shhh."

Song Tingwan pressed her fingertips to her lips and shook her head at them.

Qin Xi looked at her with tears in her eyes, sniffed, and was clearly very weak.

Song Siyao and Wan Qiji sat cross-legged, their faces lit up with joy, and their guard was lifted.

The other cultivators included those who knew Song Tingwan and those who didn't.

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