"Tell him not to let Cang Yazi's alliance happen. I won't allow it!"
The subordinate quickly nodded, "Understood, Peak Master."
Rumors about Ning Zhuo forming an alliance, pushed secretly by Chen San, grew increasingly widespread.
Jiang Ping, Wang Yu's disciple, learned of it, revealing an expression of admiration.
"Ning Zhuo's methods are truly outstanding, making creditors work for him. I can't match that!"
"No wonder Master values him so much."
Alchemy Hall, underground cultivation room.
The stone door was tightly shut, inside only a stone bed and a low table.
Shen Hongyao sat cross-legged on the stone bed, her plain clothes scattered, her face slightly leaner.
Array patterns lit up.
"Steward Shen, the meal is here." The voice from outside carried a flattering tone.
Shen Hongyao snorted coldly.
"Please enjoy, Steward. I will collect it in half an hour."
