However, in the final moment, Lu Ying's mental state unraveled completely, rendering most of his efforts futile.
Zhou Yitang's gaze was cold as she first addressed Lu Ying, "You should go back and rest."
"…Understood…"
Lu Ying took three steps, turning back each time to glance over, his heart in turmoil, finding it incomprehensible—Yin Sword Mountain… Yin Sword Mountain was a sect for female cultivators!
Within the school, Yin Tingxue was also looking in that direction. Shocked, an ominous feeling began to take root in her heart.
A cold wind swept past.
Among the swaying shadows of the trees, Zhou Yitang landed lightly before the culprit in one fluid step.
The one-armed woman stared at the grotesque pig-faced mask. While it was laughably absurd, not even a trace of a smile appeared on her face.
"Take it off."
Chen Yi gave her a smile, one tinged with appeasement, his eyes showing not the slightest hint of retreat. "Is it not pleasing to the eye?"
