Before Ling Ningzhi could react, she was pulled into Chen Mo's embrace, "Master is in trouble, as a disciple, it's naturally your duty to help. Here, adjust your breathing according to my rhythm..."
"Hmm?"
"Hong Xiu, assist her. Guide the flow of her Dao Power."
"Certainly."
"Hmm??"
Ling Ningzhi suddenly inhaled sharply, her cheeks flushed red as she stammered, "Mas-master, let go of me, this isn't right ah ah ah..."
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Xuandao Peak, Elder Hall.
In the hall, a dozen elders took their seats one after another, Xuan Ying and Zhu Huai sat on either side at the head.
The room was silent, the atmosphere oppressively heavy.
After a long while, Xuan Ying put down the teacup in his hand and spoke, "The reason for gathering everyone today is a matter of great importance, concerning the fate of each and every one of us... What happened in the forbidden land before, you all have seen with your own eyes, what are your thoughts on it?"
