Fengyue Temple.
The maid stood in the corridor, not daring to make a sound, for fear of bringing bad luck to her master inside. But it was too late. Once they received the invitation from their master, disaster would have been imminent.
Sure enough, almost immediately, a cup was thrown out of the house, followed by the sound of footsteps.
Song Lianyi's beautiful face was as gloomy as the rain. He tightly held the invitation in his hand and said, "Get ready. I'm going to Tianshui Sect right away."
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