"Uh-huh."

Flower shadows tread through the air.

She appeared at Wushang Temple in the blink of an eye.

The Wushang Temple has many palaces, but it is very deserted and there is no one in sight. At the highest point, there is a magnificent palace with two bronze doors that are hundreds of feet high. The doors are carved with fierce and menacing door gods, and the flower shadows are like ants in front of them.

The bronze door opened a crack, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone through the crack into the palace, like a golden avenue. The shadows of flowers followed the golden avenue into the depths of the palace.

Boom!

The bronze door closed completely.

Hua Ying stood in the darkness, a ray of light fell upon her. High above, the Imperial Preceptor stood in the light, but he was shrouded in darkness, his tall figure indistinct.

You seem unhappy.

The Imperial Advisor's voice sounded like that of a refined young man.

Hua Ying's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly. She looked up and asked softly, "Master, are you afraid of the Dragon Tiger Temple?"

"Hahaha!"

The Imperial Advisor did not answer; his laughter echoed through the palace, sending chills down Hua Ying's spine.

The palace was vast, making Hua Ying's figure appear tiny, while the Grand Preceptor's figure resembled a towering mountain.

"Did you find anything?"

"This disciple was fortunate enough to enter the inner realm."

Inside the palace, shadows enveloped the flowers, making it hard for her to breathe. "Did you see Him in the inner vision?"

"who is he?"

Hua Ying frowned slightly.

The Grand Preceptor's voice seemed to come from near and far, "If you cultivate to the state of Supreme Ruthlessness, you will be able to see Him in your inner vision."

"No."

Hua Ying shook her head firmly.

She didn't know if her master was referring to Qin Luo.

The Grand Preceptor's voice rang in Hua Ying's ears, "He is a calamity you cannot escape; only by killing Him can you live."

Why kill him?

Hua Ying frowned deeply.

The Grand Preceptor's voice rang out from afar, "If you don't kill Him, He will devour you. One of you must die; this is fate!"

Hua Ying recalled Qin Luo's words, initially thinking he was joking, but now a wave of fear washed over her. Looking up, she thought, "I don't believe this is fate. Is this Master's conspiracy?"

"It's an open conspiracy!"

The Grand Preceptor's voice echoed like a deep abyss.

Hua Ying felt a chill to the bone. She wanted to stay at Longhu Temple and never come back, but she knew that if she didn't leave, she would bring more trouble to Longhu Temple.

"After the spring planting next year, His Majesty plans to hold a Daoist conference in the capital. He will invite the Dragon Tiger Temple to the conference. You will be in charge of hosting this conference. Go back and prepare well."

"knew."

Hua Ying left looking dejected.

The palace fell silent.

The Grand Preceptor suddenly spread his arms wide, looked up at the sky and laughed loudly, “Master, He has entered the game. You are watching from above. In this game, your disciple will win half a move against Heaven.”

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