Although Yan Rong was seriously injured, Qi Yangzong was still afraid, not only imprisoned him in an important forbidden area, but also set up many large formations around him, and sent several highly trained disciples to guard him.
After returning to Xueling Peak, Shen Mubai would have collapsed a long time ago if it hadn't been supported by the elixir.
For a cultivator, the broken dantian may take several years and material treasures to restore it. She lost half of the golden elixir, and this body is probably almost useless.
Swallowing the blood surging up from his chest, Shen Mubai turned his head and frowned slightly, "You don't have to follow me as a teacher."
Bai Shui lowered his eyes and said with lowered eyebrows, "Master, the master said that you have suffered serious injuries and need someone to take care of you."
Shen Mubai remained silent, she knew that Bai Shui had rebelled now, no matter what the reason was, it was not that important now.
"If you don't want to stay in Xueling Peak, then go."
Bai Shui said warmly, "Master, are you blaming me?"
Shen Mubai's heart tightened, and he said coldly, "Why should I blame you as a teacher?"
Bai Shui paused and said, "Because of senior brother."
Shen Mubai turned around, looked down at him, and said coldly, "I blame you for being a teacher, but it's not because of your brother, but, since your heart is not in Xueling Peak, there is no need to stay."
Bai Shui choked on her words, and said slowly for a long time, "Master, let's heal your injuries first."
In the next few days, Bai Shui didn't hang around in front of her again, Shen Mubai wished that he wouldn't come again, otherwise she really couldn't continue acting.
On Yanrong's side, the situation is not very optimistic, although Shen Mubai was anxious, but he didn't dare to startle the snake, he could only suppress his thoughts and wait for the time to come.
Probably after using many methods, they still couldn't get anything useful from Yan Rong, so the sect sent someone to invite her over.
After deliberation, many elders and real people said that they felt that Yan Rong's heart was so tough that they were afraid that they would torture him to death before asking anything. So I want Shen Mubai, who is a master, to go out in person and play the card of true feelings so that he can say something. If it doesn't work, it's time to do something real.
Shen Mubai watched coldly, and when they finished their discussion and asked himself, he said lightly, "Yes."
"Renren Suyi really knows the general situation, righteousness kills relatives! I admire it in my heart!"
"This demon cultivator has been lurking in my sect for a long time, there must be some ulterior conspiracy!"
"I still have lingering fears from the chaos many years ago. This time, this demon cultivator must not be let go easily. He must pay a painful price to comfort the soul of my Qiyang sect disciple!"
The forbidden area where Yan Rong was held was guarded by multiple arrays, and if he wanted to enter, he needed proof from the sect. Although Shen Mubai was allowed to enter, he was followed by several elders.
After all, those people still didn't trust her enough in their hearts.
In the dark underground cell, Yan Rong was locked inside, unable to move a single part of his body, his whole body was already disfigured, and the seeping blood soaked his clothes and solidified into a deep black color.
He lowered his head, unable to see the expression on his face, and he didn't know whether he was awake or unconscious.
Seeing this, Shen Mubai's heart tightened slightly, but his tone was indifferent, "How is he now?"
Yan Rong, who was still silent at first, suddenly raised his head, those dark eyes looked straight over, fixedly staring at Shen Mubai.
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