As they waited anxiously and nervously, time passed by quickly. Unknowingly, night had already fallen. The sky was pitch black with dark clouds covering it. However, the Northern Emperor Sect was brightly lit at night as if it was daytime.
"Little Eight and Little Nine, come over here!"
Ping 'er's shrill voice rang out. Little Eight and Little Nine felt a headache coming on. They hurried over helplessly and shouted from afar, "Miss Ping' er, what's happening again?"
Whoosh ~ ~
A slight and cold wind blew past, brushing past their throats. After the coolness passed, traces of pain began to spread from their throats. At the same time, they realized something. They stopped in their tracks and looked at each other. Then, they discovered that there was an additional scarlet line on each other's necks.
Before they could even scream out in panic, their consciousness had already dissipated. Their eyes were wide open as they fell down stiffly.
Ping 'er hurried over and stared intently at Cold Cliffs, as if she had just met him, "Wow ….. I didn't know you were so powerful. You were so fast just now, I didn't even see anything. No wonder you were able to sneak in here alone. Initially, I was worried and afraid. Seeing you like this, I feel much more at ease. "
Cold Cliffs crouched down and began to remove Little Eight and Little Nine's clothes.
Ping 'er lowered her gaze, placed her palms together and closed her eyes. With an apologetic look, she muttered, "Little Eight and Little Nine ….. I'm sorry, I'm a selfish and evil person. If you want to hate, hate me all you want. After I escape, I will pray for your reincarnation for the rest of my life."
The two of them changed into Little Eight and Little Nine's clothes and picked up their swords. At the same time, they suppressed the anxiety in their hearts and walked towards the door.
As the cool night breeze brushed past their faces, Cold Cliffs and Ping 'er took a deep breath. Without any concealment, they obediently walked towards the direction that Ping' er told Cold Cliffs to go. If they were discovered, they would die. They prayed for the heavens to take pity on them and hide from the eyes of the Northern Emperor Sect.
The nights in the North Thearch Sect were very quiet. There were no sounds of noise, not even the sound of people talking. Even though Ping 'er had made up her mind to die here, she could not let go of her worries. Her heart was pounding like a rabbit, threatening to jump out of her throat. She subconsciously leaned closer to Cold Cliffs, one hand clutching his clothes tightly.
"God bless us, father bless us, mother bless us, please let us escape … As long as I can see Mistress, I, Yan Ping 'er, will pray to you every day …"
"Don't talk." In contrast, Cold Cliffs was much calmer. His head was slightly lowered, and nothing could be seen from his expression.
Ping 'er glared at him and shut her mouth obediently, not making a single sound. She was so nervous that she broke out in cold sweat.
Facing the vast moonlight, they kept walking forward. They did not deliberately lighten their footsteps and tried their best to maintain a normal and steady pace. The two of them came face to face. This was the fourth wave of people they had met since they came out of the prison. They gave Leng Ya and Ping 'er a cursory glance before walking past them, not bothering to ask any questions. They were dressed in the attire of the lowliest servants of the Northern Emperor Sect. Few people would take the initiative to ask them about it. Even though the Northern Emperor Sect was heavily guarded, the long period of peace had created a subconscious slackness. At this moment, if they tried to take a good look at Yan Ping 'er and Cold Cliffs's faces, they would be exposed.
After they left, Ping 'er's heart finally calmed down. At the same time, she patted her chest with a lingering fear and whispered, "See, I told you this method would work …"
"Don't talk." Cold Cliffs snorted again. The few people he met previously, each of them emitted a faint aura that made him apprehensive … there were no mediocre people in the Northern Emperor Sect. Ye Wuchen had warned him before, and Yan Tianwei and Yan Duancang had also warned them before. Now that he had personally come to the Northern Emperor Sect, he could truly feel how powerful the Northern Emperor Sect was. There were so many experts here that it was simply unimaginable. Whether it was the first day he arrived at the Northern Emperor Sect, or this short walk tonight, everyone here had given him a different level of fear. In a place like this where experts roamed everywhere, a slightly louder voice was extremely easy to be heard.
Ping 'er grumbled under her breath and let out a small grumble of dissatisfaction. At this point, a man was walking slowly towards them. Ping 'er could clearly feel that Cold Cliffs's body stiffened.
He was in his fifties, with a face as cold as a knife. His black robes made him almost blend into the night. When he walked, there was no sound when he stepped on the ground. Even Leng Ya, who had extremely sharp senses, did not hear any sound when he landed on the ground. His heart suddenly turned cold. Just based on this alone, this person's strength was several times higher than his. At least, he would not be weaker than the Commandment Hall's Grand Elder Yan Zheng who appeared at the Tianchen Magic Competition.
When Leng Ya spotted him, Ping 'er too spotted him. With the dim light from the room, she was unable to make out his features. However, she was able to make out his attire. Her heart skipped a beat and she lowered her head. Her footsteps were frozen in place, unable to take another step forward. Leng Ya frowned inwardly and tugged on Ping 'er's body without anyone noticing. Ping' er was jolted back to her senses. Lowering her head, she braced herself and walked towards the approaching person with trepidation.
Ten meters, five meters … he brushed past her.
When the figure finally disappeared from her sight, Ping 'er felt as if she had just had a nightmare. Her entire body was covered in cold sweat. But before she could heave a sigh of relief, she heard a deep voice behind her. It sounded like a thunderclap in her ears.
"Stop right there!"
Cold Cliffs and Yan Ping 'er stopped in their tracks at the same time. But they did not turn around. They stood rooted to the spot as if they were frozen in place. Both of them gritted their teeth.
The black-robed man turned around. His eyes were like two bolts of lightning as he scanned their backs. His lips curled into a cold smile as he said, "Turn around."
Cold Cliffs clenched his fists tightly and the Wind Breaking Blade in his sleeves slid down slowly. In the next second, he would be able to make a sudden burst of energy and stab the throat of the person behind him.
Ping 'er's heart was thumping wildly. She stole a glance at Cold Cliffs's body and pinched him discreetly with the hand she used to grab him. She then turned around with a sheepish smile and said, "Uncle Cang … hehe, it's me."
To a highly skilled martial artist, the darkness of the night could not obstruct their vision. When the middle-aged man saw Ping 'er's face clearly, a flash of surprise flashed across his face. It was replaced by a gloomy expression. But within this gloominess, there was a tinge of helplessness and a bitter smile as he said, "Ping' er, you're really making a scene. I've already heard from Madam that you will no longer be locked up in the Reflection Lodge tomorrow. How could you be so reckless? Humph, do you know how severe the punishment would be if the Young Master were to find out about this? "
Ping 'er stuck her tongue out at him and giggled, "I know I'm in the wrong … but I couldn't help but come out to take a look. Uncle Cang, you obviously didn't look at me, how did you know it was me?"
"Humph!" Yan Cang snorted, "Even though I didn't look at you, your heart is beating rapidly and your footsteps are trembling. It's obvious that you're guilty. Anyone would be able to tell."
"Heh … Uncle Cang is indeed powerful. Nothing can be hidden from your eyes. Alright alright, I'll go back obediently. Uncle Cang, please don't tell Madam about this. " Ping 'er pretended to be obedient as she dragged Cold Cliffs away and said, "Little Eight, let's go back."
"Stop right there." Just as they were about to move, Yan Cang's voice rang out once again. He calmly said, "Ping 'er, if you go back obediently, I can pretend that I didn't see anything. But as a servant, how dare he …"
Before Yan Cang could finish his sentence, he suddenly raised his eyebrows. His eyes shot out a sharp glint that pierced towards Cold Cliffs's back. His tone changed as he shouted in a low voice, "You, turn around."
Cold Cliffs and Ping 'er's body tensed up at the same time. Ping' er hurriedly waved her hands, "Uncle Cang, he is Little Eight of the Reflection Chamber. Normally, you wouldn't care about him … He was forced to come out by me. Can you let him off this time?"
Yan Cang turned a deaf ear to her words. He took a step forward, approaching Cold Cliffs step by step … he had just casually used his aura to probe this person. To his surprise, he could not sense the aura of the Flame Soul Technique from his body. Furthermore, he had been standing there without turning around. Furthermore, his heart was too calm. All of these made Yan Cang suspicious. Even though he subconsciously did not believe that it was someone else who had infiltrated the Northern Emperor Sect.
"Let's go!" Cold Cliffs who had been quiet all this while suddenly let out a low roar. He grabbed Ping 'er and dashed in the opposite direction of Yan Cang. Under the night sky, like a black arrow that was suddenly shot out, he disappeared into the darkness in a blink of an eye.
Yan Cang was slightly stunned. His face darkened, "Hmph, you do have some skills. Where are you going!! "
"Where are you going?!" He shouted. In the usually peaceful Northern Emperor Sect, his voice was like a clap of thunder in the night sky, awakening countless people from their silence. These experts of the Northern Emperor Sect who had not completely calmed down from the slight panic caused by the Evil Emperor the day before were all shocked. Without hesitation, they sprinted towards the source of the voice.
No matter who it was, no matter how fast they were, in the short period of time when they first started to move, they would need to go from zero to the fastest speed. This short period of acceleration would be the distance that they would move the slowest in comparison. Even if it was a sharp arrow, at the moment when it left the bow, it would need to slow down a little. What made Yan Cang secretly admire in his heart was that in that instant, Cold Cliffs's movement seemed to have gone from a standstill to an unbelievable speed without any acceleration. The strength of his explosive power could be said to be something that Yan Cang had never seen before in his entire life. Even among the geniuses of the Northern Emperor Sect, none of them could match up to him.
It was not necessary to know how he had infiltrated into this place. But, to dare step into the territory of the Northern Emperor Sect with just this level of strength, was no different from seeking death!
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