At that moment, the mood on Profound Sword Island was extremely tense. Bi Xuan and the other maidservants had gathered in the main courtyard, and every face was pale. Bi Xuan looked especially worn out.
One young maidservant anxiously clutched her sleeve. "Sister Bi Xuan, what are we going to do? Yun Canglan has already filed a formal request to have you transferred to his residence."
Another maidservant clenched her fists angrily. "That bastard! When Master was still here, he could never beat him. Now that everyone thinks Master is dead, he immediately starts going after the people around him. What kind of man does that?"
"Keep your voice down," another woman warned her quickly. "If Yun Canglan hears you insulting him, he could deal with you with a single word."
