Chapter 798: Obedience
Yu Muhan's eyes were empty and lifeless, as if he had lost his soul.
Numbly, she raised her hand, bowed to the Holy Leader, and said in a flat voice, "Thank you, Holy Leader. I will obey all the Holy Church's arrangements."
The Holy Lord nodded in satisfaction, his gaze sweeping freely over the girl's figure.
The next second, his voice took on an undisguised chill: "Furthermore, thoroughly investigate the identities of all the saints within the Holy Sect, and at all costs uncover all information about Murong Dan!"
"Murong Dan?" The Great Envoy's expression faltered slightly. This seemed to be a saint who had recently joined the Holy Sect...
The five divine envoys thought for a moment, then asked, "Holy Master, do you think there's something wrong with Murong Dan?"
Before the Holy Master could reply, Yu Muhan raised his eyelids and said coolly, "He is Thorn of the Demon Clan."
"What?!" The High Priestess abruptly raised her face, her eyes filled with disbelief. "He is Thorn?!"
“There has never been a person named Murong Dan.” Yu Muhan said slowly, “Murong Dan is a false identity that he casually created using the Transformation Technique. He infiltrated the Holy Sect and deliberately distracted the divine envoys and saints.”
The Seven Divine Envoys frowned slightly: "How does Miss Yu know that Murong Dan is Jing Ji?"
Yu Muhan answered without hesitation: "On the day he slaughtered Lingxiao City, he appeared before me in his true form."
Upon hearing this, the Holy Lord narrowed his eyes: "So you mean his relationship with you is more than just casual?"
“He used me.” Yu Muhan lowered his eyes, concealing the darkness deep within them: “Tu Lingxiao City was originally his target, because he wanted to take revenge on Li Yuan.”
The Holy Lord pursed his lips. Thorn, a demon, actually sought revenge against Li Yuan, who was also a demon.
Well then, the matter of slaughtering Lingxiao City is a done deal.
He doesn't care about the process, he only cares about the result.
The Holy Lord tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest. "The other divine messengers may step aside. I have something to discuss with the Holy Maiden."
"Yes, sir!"
Everyone immediately got up and left the Holy Church, and the intricately carved doors were slowly closed.
As the footsteps outside the door gradually faded away, the white-robed man sitting high on the throne, one hand supporting his scepter, stretched out the other towards Yu Muhan.
"Come here." His voice had a hoarse quality.
Yu Muhan slowly stood up, the light from the window shining on her as she stepped onto the steps leading to the throne.
But she knew very well that what lay ahead of her was not a glorious road.
Seeing that the girl had completely let down her guard and become extremely compliant, the Holy Lord curled his lips into a smile.
He wrapped his arm around Yu Muhan's waist and pulled her forward, resting his chin on her shoulder, like lovers whispering sweet nothings, extremely ambiguous: "Tell me honestly what happened between you and Jingji."
"Otherwise, I will never let you off so easily."
Yu Muhan stared blankly ahead. She did not resist his touch, nor did she resist his next move, which was even more outrageous than touching.
Her heart sank completely the moment Ye Fei was kicked off the cliff by the Great God Envoy.
Yes, Ye Fei's death was caused by her; it was all her fault...
If everything she's enduring now can atone for Ye Fei's death—
Yu Muhan's expression gradually became blank.
Then, she chose to close her eyes.
Does that mean that if we don't look at it or think about it, we can pretend that nothing happened?
...
The Holy Church deliberately publicized the fact that Ye Fei was killed during the demon-slaying operation.
In just one day, the entire human world, from the imperial power and the wealthy to ordinary people, knew about it.
Ten Thousand Swords Sect, Absolute Cold Pool.
Mu Jingshen stood in the pool.
The entire cave was filled with a bone-chilling cold. He was soaked to the bone, and the cold air froze him upon contact with it.
Mu Jingshen raised his hand and gently stroked the arrow hidden in his sleeve on his wrist, a trace of frost clinging to his long, drooping eyelashes.
"Xiao Fei..."
In the desolate cave, only his low, weak voice could be heard.
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