Sinner Hall, which had always been cold and quiet, had recently become unusually lively. Lan Ting observed this and fretted over it in her heart, but there was nothing she could do.

She had no grounds to stop her senior and junior sisters; after all, there was nothing wrong with visiting a guest.

Though their intentions are hardly pure.

Fortunately, when night fell, the other disciples had a sense of propriety and refrained from disturbing Lu Yang’s rest, allowing Lan Ting to exhale a slight breath of relief.

Though Lu Yang still couldn’t rest at night.

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“Shifu, this is Lu Yang’s current situation,” the shrunken Jinghong said to the jet-black ring in her hand.

She had no idea what her shifu feared and why her shifu dared not probe with spiritual consciousness, leaving her to verbally recount Lu Yang’s situation in the Moon Laurel Immortal...