Time passed, bit by bit. No disciples came knocking on her door, and no Evil Cultivators arrived to capture her.
Only then did she confirm it. 'My identity... probably hasn't been exposed.'
Her communication jade slip was useless. The Contracted Spirit Insects were her only remaining means of contacting Qingxu Temple, and her only hope that the Sect Leader could provide support for her escape.
'No one has come for me. Maybe... what happened just now was a coincidence?'
'Were those disciples just bored, casually conjuring a wave of fire that happened to burn a swarm of small flying insects?'
The moment the thought appeared, she crushed it.
Those countless attacks came from all over the sect. It was definitely not a coincidence!
A shiver ran down her spine. She decided to try again, but this time, she had to be much more careful.
This time, she waited much longer—a full two hours—before she made her next move.
