That night, the Valley of Old Friends was unusually quiet.
Yi Wushang followed Sun Yidao into the Valley of Old Friends. He clutched a letter tightly in his hand, a letter he had received ten days ago. The letter contained only a few words: "Guan Yueyue is in my hands. If you want to save her, come to the Valley of Old Friends with the people I have arranged on the night of the fifteenth."
Why was the time set for the evening? It was because they were afraid the other people in the Valley of the Deceased would discover that outsiders had arrived.
Yi Wushang is not a rash person, but he cannot ignore anything related to Guan Yueyue, so even if it is a trap, he will come.
"We're here. Go in by yourself. I'm going to have a drink." Sun Yidao led the man to the courtyard gate, took the wine gourd, and flew away with a light-footed skill. Of course, helping Feng Guang wasn't for nothing; his reward was this gourd of fine wine that had been stored for a hundred years.
The old man's lightness skill was superb. Yi Wushang secretly wondered who this person in the martial arts world was. But before he could think about it, Qingyu walked to the door and said, "Alliance Leader Yi, please come in."
Yi Wushang didn't speak. He stepped inside and saw Feng Guang and Guan Yueyue under a peach tree. However, Guan Yueyue, who was unconscious, was tied to a chair, and Feng Guang held a dagger to her neck.
"Yo, Alliance Leader Yi, you've finally arrived." Feng Guang laughed, his smile bright and dazzling.
"Miss Xia..."
Feng Guang shook his head and corrected, "Now, you should call me Madam Xue."
"Madam Xue," Yi Wushang said, his brows furrowing, "what do you mean by this?"
"As you can see, I'm using Guan Yueyue to blackmail you."
Yi Wushang glanced at Qingyu, who had walked up to her, and saw that Qingyu also had no intention of saving Guan Yueyue. He felt a sense of unease. "If Madam Xia... is resentful because I fell in love with someone else when we were engaged, I am willing to apologize to you."
"Apologize? With your life?" Feng Guang sneered. "No need to pretend. There are no outsiders here. Yi Wushang is Nangong Li, and the martial arts alliance leader is the leader of the demonic sect. Do you think I don't know that?"
"What is Madam Xue saying?"
"I already told you there's no need to pretend." Feng Guang brought the dagger to Guan Yueyue's neck even closer. "I don't have the patience to play along with your act today, otherwise, your sweetheart's life will be in danger."
A faint bloodstain appeared on Guan Yueyue's neck.
"Xia Fengguang!" Yi Wushang... no, it's more appropriate to call him Nangong Li now. His indifferent expression finally changed, no longer righteous and awe-inspiring, but gloomy and ruthless. "Release her."
"Look, the Demonic Cult Leader, who is usually good at disguising himself, will tear off his mask when it comes to Guan Yueyue. His deep affection is truly touching."
"What exactly is your purpose? You might as well speak frankly."
"Purpose? Ha... See that glass of wine on the table? Let me tell you, it's poisoned. If you drink it, I'll release Guan Yueyue."
Nangong Li showed no hesitation whatsoever, "Are you telling the truth?"
"Of course it's true."
"Okay, I'll drink it."
"No..." Guan Yueyue woke up, but due to the effects of the medication, she was still very weak. "Nangong Li, don't drink it..."
Nangong Li looked at her and smiled, "Yueyue, don't be afraid, you'll be alright soon."
With the last word uttered, he downed the wine in his glass. Soon after, he spat out a mouthful of black blood. Amidst Guan Yueyue's cries, he collapsed to his knees, his strength failing him, and struggled to lift his head, saying, "I've drunk the wine, you should let her go now."
"What's the rush? I keep my promises. Once you're dead, I'll release her." Feng Guang felt a surge of satisfaction. She then asked Qing Yu beside her, "Wasn't this poison supposed to kill quickly? How come he's still alive?"
Qingyu replied, "His internal strength is profound; he will need some time."
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