From the team that Leng Aotian judged to be the strongest, a male cultivator with regular facial features but a slightly thin figure stood out.
"Little brother, before asking these questions, why don't you first tell me your identity?"
"Leng Aotian, the Holy Son of Tianji Pavilion." Leng Aotian answered decisively.
The man was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. "Hahaha, so refreshing! So you're the Holy Son of the Tianji Pavilion. No wonder you're so bold. My last name is also Leng, Leng Shuo, and I'm from Bingxian City."
"We broke in here for the Wu Nian flower, but we didn't expect it to be planted near the Ghost Crying River. We were eventually discovered and imprisoned here. It's been three days now, and they haven't said they'll kill us, nor have they let us go."
After Leng Shuo finished speaking, everyone else nodded in agreement.
"Which team was captured first?" Shi Lidan also asked.
"It was us." Leng Suo sighed helplessly, and then continued, "To be honest, we came to the White Eyed Ghost Realm mainly to investigate the supply of Wu Nianhua. Unexpectedly, after a few days here, my niece suddenly fainted. I think everyone has guessed what happened next."
After Leng Shuo finished speaking, everyone nodded again.
"What's the purpose of the people from the White Eyed Ghost Realm keeping us here?" Nianshu couldn't help but ask, then looked at Leng Shuo: "Have the ghost cultivators here asked for anything from you?"
Leng Shuo shook his head: "No, they even sent us a pot of Wunian flower soup yesterday."
The dungeon fell silent for a moment, and no one knew what their fate would be.
The water prison was cold, and the monks on the circular platform had to circulate the spiritual energy in their bodies to maintain a normal body temperature. However, this temperature was good for the female monks who had fainted. At night, those who were in a coma gradually woke up.
People in each team began to ask about the situation of the people who woke up, and the originally quiet water dungeon began to become noisy.
"Senior Sister, you're awake. How do you feel?" Lu Wuxiu lowered his head to measure Yan Baibai's temperature. He felt relieved when he felt that the temperature was much lower than yesterday.
"I..." Yan Baibai moved his dry throat and suddenly felt as uncomfortable as if it was scraped by a knife.
"Junior sister, drink some hot water first." Nianshu took out a cup of warm tea from the storage ring. She had put it in the storage ring just in case when she left Shengbai Medical Clinic. It came in handy.
After drinking the hot water, Yan Baibai felt much better. She moved her stiff body and wanted to stand up and walk around, but she still had no strength in her body. She could only take the opportunity to look at the surrounding environment.
"Where are we?" Yan Baibai looked confused.
"In the water prison of the Baitong ghost world." Nianshu said in a low voice, and briefly told her what happened after she fainted.
"Something is wrong here." Yan Baibai immediately realized something after hearing this, and felt that everyone was being plotted against.
"We realized it when we were surrounded," Shi Lidan said helplessly, "but now we can't figure out what the White Eyed Ghost Realm is trying to do."
"Maybe, probably, perhaps..." Yan Baibai looked at the female cultivators who were in a similar situation as herself, and something flashed through her mind. She immediately looked towards the Tianji Pavilion one meter away, and looked at Zhu Qingwu who was holding Jiang Yiming tightly after waking up.
The Yanjian Sect members noticed Yan Baibai's gaze, and all followed Yan Baibai's gaze towards the Tianji Pavilion next door. Perhaps their gazes were too intense, and the Tianji Pavilion quickly noticed it. When they turned around, they saw six pairs of burning eyes fixed on Zhu Qingwu.
Zhu Qingwu naturally saw it as well. She was startled, and then she squeezed hard into Jiang Yiming's arms, hugging Jiang Yiming's neck and refusing to let go.
"Zhu Qingwu, have you celebrated your birthday this year?"
Yan Baibai tried hard to ignore Jiang Yiming, whose mouth was almost grinning from ear to ear, and asked Zhu Qingwu.
"Birthday?" Zhu Qingwu was confused. She didn't understand why Yan Baibai asked her this.
Monks lived longer than ordinary people, so it was not uncommon for them to spend a year or two in seclusion. Birthdays were not a big deal. Even the most discerning monks only celebrated their birthdays once every five, ten, or even a hundred years.
So, it was normal for Zhu Qingwu to be unable to react when suddenly asked. Moreover, she didn't need to remember her birthdays in the past, as everything was arranged by Jiang Yiming.
"Tomorrow." Jiang Yiming tried to tighten his lips and answered confidently, "Junior Sister's birthday is tomorrow this year."
"I see."
Yan Baibai was not surprised to hear such an answer.
After Yan Baibai finished asking, she withdrew her gaze. The people from Tianji Pavilion were still waiting for Yan Baibai's next words, but several people from Yanjian Sect surrounded her, completely blocking their sight.
The five people from Tianji Pavilion: ...
When Yan Baibai asked Zhu Qingwu about her birthday, she did not lower her voice. Her purpose was very simple, which was to see the reactions of the people around her.
After Jiang Yiming said that Zhu Qingwu's birthday was tomorrow, the reactions of the people around him were surprisingly consistent - surprise.
Yan Baibai's goal was achieved and his guess was confirmed.
The six people from Yanjian Sect established a spiritual connection again.
"What's going on?" This time it was Nianshu who asked first: "Junior sister, your birthday isn't tomorrow too, is it?"
"Yes." Lu Wuxiu replied, "Tomorrow is Senior Sister's birthday."
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