novelzi Chapter 67 Feng Yulan's doubts
Chapter 67 Feng Yulan's doubts
While Wen Ran was being carried away, a small white creature slipped away from the chaos. It darted through the unconscious bodies on the ground, its heart racing as it tried to avoid detection. Though it was fiercely loyal to Wen Ran, even Xiao Mo could not ignore the overwhelming aura that had erupted from the stone tablet. The pressure was too much for her, and she fled instinctively.
The rabbit's heart beat like a surging river, a torrent of worry flooding her small chest. She watched, helpless, as her master's body was suppressed and carried away. She felt a pang of sorrow and fear, but despite everything, she followed behind quietly, hoping to stay unnoticed. In the chaos, everyone had forgotten about her, their focus entirely on Wen Ran.
However, as Xiao Mo tried to keep up, she came to a stop at a massive river that blocked her path. Her eyes widened in frustration as she watched the three people carrying Wen Ran leap across it with ease. But for Xiao Mo, who was still only in the Spirit Gathering stage, there was no way she could match their feats. Her body was too fragile and too weak.
Master... The rabbit cried out in her heart, feeling utterly powerless. It was as if everything she had worked for was crumbling to pieces. Her limbs trembled, but she didn't stop. She would find a way.
Meanwhile, inside the talent hall, an eerie silence enveloped the room. The vice sect master stood before the broken stone tablet, his expression unreadable. He carefully picked up the fragments, inspecting them closely. His gaze glowed with an intense golden light, as if he were trying to peer into the depths of the artifact's secrets. The sense of something profound and mysterious lingered in the air, but the vice sect master's mind was preoccupied with his own thoughts. Something had happened with the tablet, something beyond his understanding.
"Thank you for holding Brother Wen Ran in high regard, but could I at least meet him one more time before he fully isolates himself?" she asked, probing for answers. If the vice sect master refused, she'd know something was off. Considering the broken stone tablet in his hands and the absence of the three senior cultivators, she was beginning to piece together what had happened. Wen Ran is in trouble, I can tell...
The vice sect master seethed inwardly, frustrated by her persistence. This girl was a precious talent, but she was too inquisitive for her own good. To him, a disciple who followed orders without question was ideal, and he would have to work hard to break her rebellious spirit.
"Sorry, the sect master ordered that he may not be disturbed," he snapped, cutting her off. He turned and walked away, his irritation palpable. As he moved toward the door, he gave a quick glance to the others outside, sending a subtle spiritual message: Those who dare to speak of today's events will be classified as traitors and dealt with accordingly.
In his heart, nothing could go wrong with these new talents. They were far too valuable to be disturbed by such nuisances. He glanced in the direction where Wen Ran had been carried away and quickly made his way there, a vile smile curling on his lips. He had already decided to have fun torturing the one his master adored so much. He didn't have much time—his master would slip in and out of meditation, and for now, at least for a month, he could do as he pleased.
Feng Yulan clenched her fists, the weight of frustration and anger building inside her. Not only do these people not care about helping my family or sending people to the village, they even took away the one who brought us here... She gazed at the broken pieces of the tablet and the unconscious bodies around her, her heart heavy with the weight of the situation. Brother Wen Ran... just what happened here, and where are you?