His eyes were red from holding back.

I had to hold back the tears from falling.

Just gasping for breath.

Lin Mubai stood behind Beiyang, his face extremely embarrassed.

"Master fell for Qingheng Mountain. Isn't it possible that the master is not even willing to give us an explanation? He wants her to bear the name of a witch until her death?!"

Talk to the end.

He gritted his teeth.

There are bright red lines like blood snakes crawling up the bottom of my eyes.

gradually.

Taking up the entire eye socket.

There was a long silence.

Lantu, who was standing not far away, sighed and spoke in a hoarse voice:

"The expansion of the abyss crack is difficult and cannot be stopped, but it will only be affected by Shen Yan. Some nearby immortal sects got the news for some unknown reason and came to Qingheng Mountain to demand that Shen Yan be handed over."

His voice paused.

He glanced at Shen Yan before continuing.

"Yingqian disagrees, but the abyss crack is of great importance, not only the life and death of Qingheng Mountain, but also all the immortal sects attach great importance to it. If she waits until the people from those large immortal sects arrive, she will not be able to protect Shen Yan no matter what."

Shen Yan's expression froze.

Since returning from the Abyss Rift, he has been imprisoned by Yingqian.

What happened next.

He doesn't even know.

Only then did I know.

Yingqian actually did it for him.

Use your own life and reputation as bait.

A plan was set up.

Shen Yan had never felt such pain.

It was as if even his soul was being crushed bit by bit.

Put together again.

It looks like Yingqian.

He put his hand into his arms.

I found an old amulet.

Like the cheapest and crudest style in the temple.

A ball of yellow silk thread is embroidered in the center.

Like two words.

It's just that the yellow lines are messed up and can't be seen clearly.

"The ones Ying Qian killed were the monks who came to Qingheng Mountain and demanded that Shen Yan be handed over."

Qin Qinglang left with his sword, and his figure was about to disappear before another word drifted away in the distance.

"At this point, this matter has been completely settled, and you don't need to ask any more questions."

"Is this the end?"

Fugui looked confused. He trotted to the blueprint and asked in a low voice:

"Sixth Uncle, but the master is dead?"

Blueprint opened his mouth.

Being stared at by Fugui's clear eyes, he felt like something was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't even say a word.

"Uncle, I don't understand. The crack in the abyss is not the Qingheng Mountain... No, is it the trouble of all the immortal sects? Why do you want to die, and the only person who has to bear the infamy is Master? Is it because of Shen Yan?"

"Isn't she your junior sister? The fourth junior uncle always thought that he was better than the master!"

"There is also the third uncle, he is in charge of the war pavilion..."

Fugui stood stubbornly beside the blueprint.

The voice was shrill.

Face full of compassion.

Tears kept falling, but I kept looking at the blueprint blankly.

There was too much he didn't understand.

However, the blueprint could not explain a single word.

"Second Junior Brother, don't ask anymore."

Beiyang took a deep breath, walked past Fang Yunmeng who was crying, pulled Fugui behind him, and said in a deep voice:

"From today on, Youxian Pavilion is closed. No one is allowed to enter or exit except the disciples of this pavilion!"

He grabbed the sword of wealth and stood up.

Followed by Fang Yunmeng and Lin Mubai.

From beginning to end.

None of them looked at Shen Yan.

Just one sentence.

Along with the biting cold wind.

It quietly fell into Shen Yan's ears.
Chapter completed!