She paused slightly, a worried glint flashing in her eyes, as if she foresaw the coming storm.
He continued, "I politely declined, not daring to accept this request. I imagine he must have some reservations, and I'm afraid he'll inevitably take action later."
Upon hearing this, everyone felt as if they had been struck by an invisible hammer. The last glimmer of hope and expectation in their hearts shattered like bubbles, turning into nothingness.
Su Jinyun's delicate brows were furrowed, like a wild orchid swaying in the cold wind in spring, full of worry and helplessness.
She pondered for a moment, her voice trembling slightly, and slowly said, "That heretical path seems to have made progress; it has even learned to conceal its strength and hide its tracks."
It remains unclear when he set up this evil spell and how much power he secretly amassed.
It's much more difficult than before, and the previous methods are unlikely to be effective.
Even more worrying is that his family and relatives remain under his control, their safety hanging by a thread. Does the Imperial Advisor have a good solution?
Upon hearing this, Yu Ji did not respond immediately. She lowered her head slightly, her eyes filled with deep contemplation, as if she were lost in a vast ocean of thoughts.
Her fingers tapped lightly on the stone table unconsciously, as if echoing the rhythm of her inner thoughts.
When Qin Qianluo heard Su Jinyun's question, she nodded gently, a hint of determination flashing in her eyes.
Then he said, "During our conversation, I probed a little and roughly guessed where the monks were trapped."
Do you all still remember the exquisite pavilion where Yu Ying lived back then? It must have been there.
Upon hearing Qin Qianluo mention Linglong Pavilion, the group's faces froze in astonishment, as if time had stood still for a moment.
Their eyes were filled with confusion and astonishment, their thoughts as if pulled into a chaotic fog by a sudden, immense force.
I painstakingly searched for any trace of Linglong Pavilion in the depths of my memory.
Upon closer reflection, it's really not fair to criticize them.
After being strictly sealed off, Linglong Pavilion became like a mysterious place abandoned by time, completely separated from everyone's life trajectory.
Time is like a relentless torrent, rushing past endlessly, and the years slip by unnoticed.
Over the course of time, the once mysterious Linglong Pavilion was gradually forgotten by everyone and relegated to the corners of their memories.
Like an old object covered in dust, its outline becomes increasingly blurred in memory.
Not only that, even the crucial clue that Yu Ying was a disciple of an evil sect was lost.
In the mundane and trivial life of day after day, it slips away quietly like fine sand through our fingers and is completely forgotten by everyone.
Therefore, given the current predicament, it is naturally difficult for people to associate it with Linglong Pavilion.
At this moment, after Qin Qianluo's enlightening remark, everyone suddenly realized something, followed by deep self-reproach and regret.
The proverb "The most dangerous place is often the safest place" has stirred up a great deal of discussion among the people.
They couldn't help but lament how easily they had been deceived by appearances, as if a leaf had covered their eyes, a leaf obscuring their vision.
They almost missed this crucial clue to break the deadlock; it was an act of extreme carelessness.
The current situation is extremely critical, like an arrow on a bowstring.
The urgent task is to devise a comprehensive plan as soon as possible to rescue their trapped families from that dangerous situation, which is like a tiger's den or a dragon's pool. There is no time to lose.
Qin Qianlu keenly noticed that Yu Ji remained silent. She sat there quietly, her expression so solemn that it seemed as if a layer of frost had been formed on her face.
His gaze was fixed on the ground, as if trying to see through the hard stone slab, as he fell into deep thought.
Qin Qianluo had already guessed some of Yu Ji's thoughts. She turned her head slightly and slowly turned her gaze to the room where Master Xuwu had once lived.
That tightly closed door, in this quiet and slightly oppressive space, is like a heavy barrier separating the hustle and bustle of the world from the past.
It exudes an aura of mystery and awe.
The wood grain on the facade, like lines etched by time, tells a story of the past.
Qin Qianlu pondered for a moment, her eyes filled with contemplation and anticipation, before speaking softly.
Although the voice was soft, it carried a firmness that penetrated the heart, as if it could dispel the heavy fog before one's eyes.
"If the Imperial Preceptor has not yet made a decision, perhaps he may visit the residence where the Venerable Master Xuwu once practiced meditation."
After the Taoist priest passed away, I never touched that house in the slightest. Perhaps the old objects there might give the Imperial Preceptor some inspiration or lead him to some new ideas.
Her words seemed to quietly inject a warm and hopeful force into this oppressive and heavy atmosphere.
Like a gentle spring breeze and nourishing rain, it slightly eased the tension in everyone's nerves, which had been as taut as iron clamps, and ignited a new hope in their hearts.
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