Several people showed anxiety on their faces and wanted to rescue him, but Suzaku activated the Dream Tracing Lantern too fast and they were unable to stop it.
Just as the light from the lamp was about to cover Hexi, suddenly a faint white light shield enveloped Zhuque and the Mengsu Lantern.
The Mengsu lamp, which had been shining brightly, went out in an instant, and turned back into its ancient and old appearance before falling to the ground. Zhuque sat down on the ground, looking at the place not far ahead, with a hot and terrified light in his eyes.
He Xi turned around and saw Nangong Yu walking out slowly. His posture was straight, and apart from his pale face, there was no sign of illness. However, He Xi could feel the coldness in his body gradually increasing.
She frowned and was about to speak when she heard Nangong Yu say, "I heard that you made a bet with Xi'er that if she cured me, you would give up your cultivation?"
Zhuque was staring at Nangong Yu in a daze. He suddenly came to his senses after hearing what he said. He fell to his knees with a plop and cried, "Master, I am just worried about your safety. Your illness recurs every year and is getting worse every year. Now you are dying to save a woman of unknown origin. I am heartbroken and anxious, so I want my master to treat you. I believe that as long as my master comes, your illness will be completely cured!"
Nangong Yu raised his lips slightly when he heard that. Zhuque looked up and saw his smile, thinking that his master was willing to forgive him. He was overjoyed, but then he heard Nangong Yu say calmly: "Forget it, whether you made a bet or not, since you were disrespectful to Xi'er and Xi'er wants to punish you, then you should just give up your cultivation!"
Zhuque was stunned for a moment and looked up at Nangong Yu in disbelief.
Before she could react, a sword-like white light flashed from Nangong Yu's hand and casually pointed at Suzaku.
Zhuque only felt a sharp pain all over her body, and then it was as if a hole appeared around her body, and her cultivation poured out like a spring, and her face became more and more old, and in the blink of an eye she looked like a woman in her forties.
"Master!! I am loyal to you. I always regard you as the sky in my heart. How can you treat me like this!" Zhuque's voice was hoarse, and his eyes were full of unwillingness, despair and resentment. He shouted hysterically.
Nangong Yu looked down at her, as if he was looking at a lowly ant. "I said Xi'er is my princess. You are disrespectful to her, which is disloyalty. For your own selfish desires, you prevented Xi'er from treating me, which is disloyalty. For what purpose should I keep someone like you who is disloyal and will betray me at any time?"
Zhuque suddenly fell to the ground, his face covered with tears and blood, as if he had lost all hope at once.
Nangong Yu glanced at Qinglong and the others, and said calmly: "Put her in the Sealing Soul Prison, don't let her die easily."
Qinglong and others quickly responded and took the distraught Zhuque away.
This time, no one sympathized with Suzaku anymore, simply because what this woman did had completely touched their bottom line. She actually disregarded the safety of her master for her own dirty thoughts. She simply deserved to die!
He Xi looked at Nangong Yu's increasingly pale face, and hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Why don't you go back and rest quickly? You dare to use your spiritual power at this time, do you really want to die?" (To be continued)