Yun Sisi smiled and gracefully bowed to the Violet Melody Saint with a curtsy. “Sisi greets the Saint!”
The reason she dared to stay here so calmly after killing his disciple was the confidence she had in her father. Her father, the Demon King Yun Ye, was a close friend of the Violet Melody Saint standing before her!
She knew that killing his disciple would surely upset the Violet Melody Saint.
But she was certain that, given the friendship between her father and the Saint, even if he was displeased, he would never kill her!
As for Brother Changxing—he would be furious with her, hate her! But let’s not forget, it was her father, the Demon King, who had picked up the wandering Mo Changxing from the streets all those years ago and raised him with care.
With such a debt of gratitude, Yun Sisi was certain that no matter how angry Brother Changxing was, he wouldn’t harm her.
As for that Dragon King of the Water Clan…
Hmph! If he wanted to kill her, she was sure Brother Changxing and the Violet Melody Saint would stop him.
She firmly believed that these two would never stand by and watch the only daughter of their benefactor and dear friend come to harm!
“Yun Sisi! Die!” A vicious voice rang in Yun Sisi’s ears—one she knew all too well.
It was the voice of Mo Changxing, who had grown up with her.
Yun Sisi looked up in disbelief at Mo Changxing, who stood beside the Violet Melody Saint.
Those cruel words couldn’t have come from her Brother Changxing! Impossible!
“If you dare hurt her, I’ll take your life!”
While Yun Sisi stood frozen in denial, Mo Changxing strode toward her, each step carrying an overwhelming, crushing force, as if he intended to obliterate everything in his path.
Yun Sisi stared at him blankly.
“Don’t kill her!” Jin Lin suddenly reached out and grabbed Mo Changxing’s arm.
Mo Changxing’s pitch-black eyes, dark as midnight, flickered with an eerie red glow. A bloody mist seemed to envelop his entire body.
He glared at Jin Lin, his voice icy and sharp as a blade. “Anyone who stands in my way—dies!”
“Killing her outright would be too merciful! Why not skin her first, then slice her to pieces? Only then will we have avenged Xuexue properly!”
“Flaying her while breaking her bones—now that would be fun!”
As he spoke, Mo Changxing reached out, and Yun Sisi’s body flew uncontrollably toward him.
Strands of bloody mist materialized in the air, coiling around her limbs and neck, suspending her in midair just two meters away from Mo Changxing.
Terror surged through her. All of Yun Sisi’s earlier predictions and schemes shattered under the terrifying aura radiating from Mo Changxing and Jin Lin.
Now, she had no doubt that they would kill her—and in the exact manner they had just described!
“Brother Changxing! If you kill me, how will you ever face my father after all the years he spent raising and teaching you?
Don’t forget! Without him, you, Mo Changxing, might have died long ago!
I am his only daughter! If you harm me, my father will never forgive you!”
“Precisely because of your father’s kindness, I must kill you!” Mo Changxing’s eyes burned crimson as he glared at her.
With a flick of his hand, a sinister red light shot out. Yun Sisi gasped as a thin strip of flesh was sliced from her already wounded cheek.
“Ah—ahhh!” She screamed in agony.
Another flash of golden light, and blood gushed from her abdomen.
“Ah! Help! Father, save me! I don’t want to die! Mo Changxing! You ungrateful wretch!” Yun Sisi shrieked hysterically.
“Swish!” Another eerie red light slashed across her lips, leaving a deep gash.
The excruciating pain and overwhelming fear tormented every fiber of her being, pushing Yun Sisi to the brink of collapse.
Then, her eyes landed on the Violet Melody Saint, who stood nearby, frowning deeply but saying nothing.
Like a drowning woman clutching at straws, a glimmer of hope flickered in her terrified eyes.
Ignoring the pain in her lips and the metallic taste of blood in her mouth, she screamed desperately, “Saint, save me! I’m your dear friend’s only daughter! Please, help me!”
“Enough!” The Violet Melody Saint roared, his brow furrowed in anger.
But Jin Lin and Mo Changxing ignored him, continuing their relentless assault.
With no choice, the Saint intervened, blocking their combined attacks aimed at Yun Sisi.
“Master, step aside!” Mo Changxing’s voice was glacial as he glared at the Saint.
“Both of you, calm down!” the Saint snapped.
“I can’t calm down!”
“I can’t calm down!”
Mo Changxing and Jin Lin snarled in unison.
“If Master insists on protecting Yun Sisi today, then you are my enemy!”
“And mine!”
“You—one a king of your people, the other a future ruler—is this all the composure you have?! Who told you my disciple Qingxue is dead?!”
At these words, Jin Lin, Mo Changxing, Yun Sisi, A’dai, Liuli, and Daise all turned their gazes sharply toward the Saint.
All except Yun Sisi exclaimed in unison, “You mean Qingxue (our mistress) is alive?!”
“She is alive!” The Saint’s voice was firm, without hesitation. “So instead of plotting revenge, you should be thinking about how to bring her back!”
“Then, Master, do you know how to reach the bottom of this cliff?” Jin Lin pressed urgently.
“This cliff is called the Endless Abyss—it has no bottom,” the Saint explained.
“No bottom? So you mean Qingxue is alive but endlessly falling?” Mo Changxing’s eerie red glow dimmed slightly as he regained some composure.
“No!” The Saint waved a hand. “The abyss has no bottom, but it serves as a natural gateway between the Xuanling Continent and the Yunhuang Mirage!”
“So, Saint, you mean… our mistress fell through here and simply returned to the Xuanling Continent? She’s not in danger?” Daise’s pale face brightened with relief.
Mistress is safe! She’s safe! Thank the heavens!
“Not necessarily…” The Saint’s tone was grave. “The Endless Abyss shifts constantly, meaning Qingxue could land anywhere.
If she arrives at my Luoyun Mountain, the Water Clan, the Demon Realm, or some remote wilderness, that’s manageable.
But if she lands in the Flora Tribe—Tong Yun has long sought to replace her.
The Beast Tribe’s King Cang Yan harbors ill intentions toward her.
The Feather Tribe’s King Feng Zihuang is no saint either!
And let’s not forget the Grand State Preceptor of the Human Race—you know how he’s targeted Qingxue!
If she ends up in any of these places, her safety is far from guaranteed!”
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