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Who knew that the moment he finished speaking, Meng Wuya's vision would blur and he'd face-plant right into the plate of food in front of him.
By the time he woke up, an eternity had passed!
Xia Ningshang had certainly not skimped on the dose!
Being drugged by his own disciple left Meng Wuya wanting to weep, his old face utterly humiliated. Once he realized the gravity of the situation, he didn't even bother to wash his face before setting out from Lingxiao Pavilion and racing toward the destination.
He was filled with regret. If he'd known his disciple was this determined, he wouldn't have been so foolish as to badmouth Yang Kai to her. Hadn't that just been asking for trouble?
Sure, his disciple had countless treasures that could help her avoid many dangers, but this was the interior of Black Wind Mountain after all. What if she ran into one or two powerful demon beasts that had no sense and ate her?
If he had come along, he would have had nothing to worry about.
Called it, you fool, called it—Meng Wuya wished he could slap himself a few times.
With ten li still to go before the Nine Yin Gathering Place, Meng Wuya could already feel the yin chill radiating from that direction. Hovering in midair, he looked up with trepidation.
He could see the yin energy roiling within the valley, yet it seemed bound by some invisible force, unable to escape.
Seeing this, the heart that had been in his throat finally settled.
The Nine Yin Eight Lock Array was already activated—that meant his disciple had made it here safely!
"Phew… at least nothing catastrophic happened." Meng Wuya let out a heavy breath. Who knew how anxious he had been these past few days while traveling, his heart nearly giving out from stress.
Before long, Meng Wuya arrived outside the valley, but he did not enter. He focused his gaze and peered inside, but the yin energy was far too dense—he could see nothing, hear nothing, and his divine sense couldn't penetrate it either.
Since the Nine Yin Eight Lock Array was already running, that meant his disciple must have begun her work. All he had to do was wait for good news.
Bound by the array, those inside couldn't get out, and those outside couldn't get in. Though Meng Wuya could break the array, doing so might waste all his disciple's efforts.
Fine, just wait! Meng Wuya consoled himself.
He was wrong this time, though. Xia Ningshang hadn't activated the array early to deal with the Nine Yin Essence Condensation Dew—she had done it to counter Blood Battle Gang's killing trap. Meng Wuya had no idea that Xia Ningshang was currently drained and feeble, that Yang Kai was drenched in blood, and that both of them had fallen into mortal danger.
If he had known, he would have torn the array open at any cost and slaughtered Wen Feichen and the others a hundred times over.
Damn it all! How dare you lot target my disciple—I'll gut your ancestors eighteen generations deep!
Sometimes the world works in strange ways. What is right before your eyes can feel as distant as the horizon.
Inside the valley, Yang Kai stood perfectly still, his back straight as a spear, awaiting the powerful enemies about to arrive.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—the sound of fluttering robes suddenly rang out from all around.