Where does that wicked woman get her conscience?

Chapter 157 Little Girl

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In the cold, dark space, the old man retracted his long whip, and the shadow enveloped his entire body, obscuring his face.

He stared intently at the spot where his consciousness had been drained, and then, without warning, suddenly moved closer to the iron cage.

"Miss, was it you who called for reinforcements just now? Hmph, they seem to be quite capable, managing to sneak in. No wonder the people we sent out before all disappeared without a trace."

The old man's lips curled into a strange smile: "However, all the elders are present at the banquet. If he dares to come, I will make sure he stays here forever."

"You'd better be sensible later. If that sickly fellow is willing to give up his position as clan leader, I'll spare your lives. Otherwise..."

"Hehe, it's not uncommon for a sick person to suddenly die, is it?"

The person inside the cage suddenly moved, the chains rattling as they were pulled, and an extremely weak voice echoed in the space: "Pah..."

The old man wasn't angry at all; instead, chilling laughter escaped from his throat.

The sound was cold and sharp.

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A remote place.

Guan Xun glanced at the little girl with a headache.

"Go away..."

The words had just left his mouth when he suddenly stopped.

His gaze fell on the little girl again, and after examining her closely, he smiled kindly, his eyes crinkling.

Their appearance has changed.

She bent down and asked, "Little sister, what's your name? Is your home here?"

"My name is Lin Wanyue!"

Lin Wanyue looked to be only three or four years old, and spoke in a childish voice. She switched the half-eaten pastry to her other hand before turning to point in the direction of the banquet: "Home is over there."

Guan Xun's eyes brightened slightly. They really were children from this place. She raised her hand and patted the huge rock next to her: "Do you know where there is a mountain even bigger than this?"

Lin Wanyue tilted her head, blinked, and remained silent, seemingly deep in thought.

“Take me there, and I’ll get you some pastries,” she said again.

Lin Wanyue pursed her lips and shook her head: "No."

Then, her gaze fixed on Chi Rong, who was perched on Guan Xun's shoulder, and she pointed with her little hand: "I want it!"

Chi Rong didn't even bother to lift its eyelids. It was the master's most prized possession, and it couldn't be just given to anyone else.

However, the moment the thought of comfort crossed his mind, he was lifted up.

Before it could even react, it landed on a dirty little hand.

Its little hand suddenly clenched, and it immediately swung its tail to swat away.

"Chi Rong."

Chi Rong:......

Okay, it tolerated it.

Seeing that Chi Rong was on the verge of death, Guan Xun turned to Lin Wanyue and said, "I'll give it to you to play with. Take me with you, okay?"

Lin Wanyue raised her face, grinned and nodded, revealing that she was missing a few teeth. She then turned and left, swinging the Chi Rong sword in her hand.

This caused Chi Rong to mutter incessantly, his voice weak and lifeless: "What's wrong with you, little one... I'm dizzy... so dizzy..."

They hadn't gone far when a large group of people appeared at the other end of the corridor.

They were all powerful spirit masters. The middle-aged man in the middle had a dignified face, but looked sickly and needed to be supported by others on either side.

Lin Wanyue paused, her small frame ramrod straight, and bowed respectfully as the group passed by.

"Greetings, Clan Chief!" The childish voice was completely out of place with the surrounding atmosphere, creating a rather jarring effect.

Chief Lin didn't even glance at her, walking past her indifferently.

Guan Xun's gaze swept over them.

Clan chief? Then isn't that Lin Miao's father?

He is indeed very ill; I'm afraid he won't last much longer.

I don't know if he knows about Lin Miao's capture... being imprisoned in that kind of place, being tortured, and seemingly suffering serious injuries.

Despite the discord between the two factions, he still came to attend the banquet?

Something seems amiss.

Guan Xun shook his head slightly. Never mind, rescuing Lin Miao is the most important thing right now.

Everyone else had walked away, but Lin Wanyue was still standing straight in the same spot.

She turned her head, her eyes sparkling with excitement: "That's Uncle Clan Chief! I've often heard my mother mention him!"

Immediately, a look of disappointment appeared on his face, and his tone was somewhat dejected: "But I heard from my father and the elders that Uncle Clan Chief has a very serious illness and will die soon."

Guan Xun raised an eyebrow but said nothing, reminding her to continue leading the way.

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Crescent Island, outside the entrance.

The banquet was about to begin, and flying monsters appeared one after another.

A vulture landed hastily like a beast, and a fat man with a mustache got off, followed by two old men in black robes.

Before the invitation was even presented, the guards had already begun to greet us.

"Mr. Shen, please come in. Miss Shen has already arrived."

Master Shen, who was about to enter, paused, turned his head to stare at him, and asked in a voice as if he had phlegm stuck in his throat: "Who?"

The guard paused, noticing the man's unpleasant expression, and hesitated, "Uh, it's the young lady from the Shen family..."

“Our Shen family only has a young master, where would we get a young lady?” The old man on the left said with some dissatisfaction.

The guards exchanged glances and subtly signaled to each other.

"Sorry, I might have misread it."

How could such a petty act of trying to exonerate himself and conceal the truth possibly fool the two elderly men?

The old man on the left immediately shouted, "Explain yourself!"

A powerful aura swept over them, and the guards instantly felt an overwhelming sense of oppression.

His lips trembled, and he dared not hide anything: "The invitation that the girl showed me... definitely said Shen Mansion."

There were two invitations sent to the Shen family. One was in the hands of Master Shen, and the other was on the young master of the Shen family.

The guard's certainty that it was addressed to the Shen residence clearly indicated whose invitation it was.

Mr. Shen trembled all over, his fat face turned red, and the prominent veins were particularly noticeable.

He grabbed the guard by the collar and hissed angrily, "What's the name written on it?!"

The guard stammered, "Shen... Shen Zixian."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was blasted away by Master Shen's palm.

Seeing that the old man was unsteady on his feet, the two old men immediately stepped forward to help him up, their eyes filled with coldness.

The young master went to Yong'an Ancient Town and did not return for a long time. A few days ago, when people were sent to look for him, they found his and the elder's corpses.

Not only that, even their storage rings were looted.

The investigation yielded no results after several days.

Unexpectedly, the other party was so bold as to swagger over here with an invitation in hand.

"Very well! I'd like to see which vicious person killed my son!"

Master Shen shoved the two old men aside and stormed in.

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And the other side.

Lin Wanyue walked slowly, having already finished her pastries, and her two dirty hands kept playing with the small snake in her hands.

Sometimes they don't even look where they're going.

Guan Xun stopped in his tracks, frowning as he stared at the short figure in front of him, a hint of coldness in his eyes.

"not yet?"

Lin Wanyue turned her head, her eyes darting around, and pouted: "It'll be soon, it'll be soon."

This is the third time she has said the same thing.

Unable to bear it any longer, Chi Rong twisted his body and slipped out of her grasp.

Then he plunged headfirst into the small pond next to him.

Lin Wanyue immediately stamped her feet in panic, lay down by the pool, and burst into tears, crying, "Waaah... my little snake is going to drown!"

"Sister! Please save it!"

Guan Xun: ...