“Ah, yes, yes, I’ll listen…” Feng Xi heard the voice and, with a touch of her fingers on the jade slip, forcibly cut off Jue Chuan’s communication.
She subtly returned the jade slip to her storage space and then turned to look at Qin Yan on the bed.
“It’s nothing, just a friend. Qin Yan, how are you feeling now? Any discomfort anywhere?”
Saying this, Feng Xi rose and walked over.
Qin Yan slowly shook her head. Her messy hair fell onto her shoulders with her movements, streaked now with a few strands of white, and her previously fairly delicate face now showed faint wrinkles.
Seeing her in this state, Feng Xi’s eyes flickered with surprise.
“Qin Yan, you…”
Qin Yan noticed Feng Xi’s reaction and felt a surge of unease. She instinctively reached for her face, catching sight of the white strands at her temples in her peripheral vision, panic flashing across her eyes.
But she quickly regained composure. Seemingly casually, she yawned, and in that brief moment, she secretly slipped a life-sustaining pill hidden in her sleeve into her mouth.
“Ahh~”
By the time the yawn ended, in just an instant, the wrinkles and white hairs on Qin Yan’s face had mysteriously vanished, returning her appearance to normal, as if the previous anomaly had been Feng Xi’s illusion.
“What’s wrong, Miss?” Qin Yan asked, feigning curiosity.
Feng Xi lowered her gaze, suppressing her doubts, and replied subtly:
“Nothing, perhaps I was mistaken.”
Beiling Devil Abyss, Qiong Cliff, Luosha Hall—
Jue Chuan looked baffled at the jade slip flickering with light, his eyes full of confusion.
“Strange, what’s going on? I didn’t even finish speaking, why did Master suddenly cut off the transmission…”
Unable to figure it out, he proceeded with his orders.
“Forget it, let’s focus on the task at hand.”
Immediately after, Jue Chuan flew and landed on the central high platform of the Azure Formation within Luosha Hall. His entire body exuded a powerful aura, and his voice thundered as he shouted:
“Master has issued an order! All Demon Guards, listen well. Follow this Lord to Eastern Yuan, Chang’an. Remember to disguise yourselves and disperse, lurking in all corners of Chang’an. This mission is critical!”
As his words fell, a dark mass of Demon Guards suddenly surged into the sky, swiftly approaching.
The Demon Guards were all different in appearance—some had wings, some had horns, others had strange forms—but they all shared a common trait: black lips and bright red hair.
Soon, the entire platform was filled with Demon Guards, each brimming with zeal and fighting spirit, shouting in unison:
“Master is mighty!”
At that moment, a mysterious figure shrouded in black appeared quietly beside Jue Chuan, accompanied by a voice of ambiguous gender.
“Jue Chuan, what’s happening? Why are all the Demon Guards gathered here? Or is it that Master has news?”
Excitement lit Jue Chuan’s face.
“Mei Shu, you came just in time. This Lord has received news from Master and will take a dozen Demon Guards to Eastern Yuan, Chang’an. You remain in Luosha Hall with the other two Demon Lords to manage all affairs in Beiling. Wait here until this Lord and Master return.”
Mei Shu’s expression immediately shifted from joy to seriousness, eyes flashing with excitement as she said:
“Really? Master finally has news! Where is she now? Has she advanced? Is she injured? Did those old stubborn fools in Eastern Yuan anger Master? Jue Chuan, you…”
Jue Chuan cut her off helplessly.
“Don’t ask so many questions yet. Master is safe. Eastern Yuan did provoke Master, but I cannot explain the full situation now. You just need to hold Beiling. Time is tight; we must depart immediately!”
With that, Jue Chuan leapt into the air, leading a dozen Demon Guards who flew like birds into the darkened sky, vanishing above Luosha Hall in the blink of an eye.
Mei Shu was momentarily stunned, but her worries gradually dissipated.
“Jue Chuan, rest assured. This Lord will guard Beiling well and await your and Master’s safe return,” she murmured, her gaze resolute as she looked into the distance.