C92 (2/2)

However, after returning to the Cyan Profound Realm, the Grandmaster of the Supreme Profound Realm lamented that it was better to not move at all. Thus, he went back to his secluded cultivation mode and wandered around the universe to find the Celestial Realm to drink tea and play chess with the Xuan Immortals of the younger generation from the ancient Purple Clouds Sect.

However, the Profound realm competition had only just begun.

The next day, when Jun Lin Yue woke up, he found Wan Quan, the dynasty, Lin Che, as well as the two Martial King guards Sha Lin and Feng Yu standing at the side. He opened his eyes and was startled.

He looked at the window again and saw that it had been broken into pieces. Outside the door, there was a red figure.

At this time, Jun Lanyue suddenly felt weak all over and fell on the bed with a thud.

”Master Hou!”

”Big brother!”

The few of them shouted at the same time.

Yang Xi'er, who was outside the window, felt her heart tighten as she hastily looked inside. Sharlin took Jun Lanyue's right hand to feel his pulse. Little Lin Che asked, ”How is brother?”

Sara said, ”Master Hou's body...” His aura was chaotic, and he was charging ferociously and very weak. What did he do last night, or did he go somewhere? ”

Wan Quan looked towards the dynasty.

According to tradition, it should have been the imperial guards who guarded Jun Lin Yue's chamber last night. The dynasty smiled awkwardly, scratching his head as he said, ”Last night, Master Hou came out and told me to go back.”

Everyone quieted down.

Suddenly, the dynasty shouted, ”I remember!”

”What?” Wan Quan asked anxiously.

”Before the Marquis came out, there was a person who came here for a long time. Although I didn't go in, I know that they had a fight inside and that person was —” The dynasty pointed outside the window and said, ”It was her!”

Everyone looked over to see Yang Xi'er, who was standing outside the window, at a loss.

Yang Xi'er shook her head: ”I don't know what's going on either. I just brought a bottle of cinnamon yesterday, and we both drank it. Why am I fine? ”

At this time, Wan Quan shouted angrily, ”It's you! Did you drug Master Hou's wine? I knew it, you've always disliked the Marquis, and now that you've finally succeeded, are you happy? ”

Yang Xi'er frowned, her cheeks flushed red, for a moment a burst of anger rushed to her head, she only saw a ball of red fire flying in from the window, a white beautiful hand slashed down from the sky, and with a 'pa' sound, the black figure of Wan Quan was flung a few meters away.