Senior sister, don't be stubborn, you are already invincible.

A woman in purple clothes suddenly sprang out from the diagonal alley and stopped in front of the white horse.

The girl in the red dress riding the white horse didn't seem to be planning to stop, and kept pulling on the reins without slowing down.

The horse's hooves trampled on the floor tiles, splashing mud, and kicked the woman in purple hard, knocking her to the ground.

The girl in the red dress looked down at her with cold eyes.

"Where did you come from, you are a pariah, are you tired of living? How dare you block this young lady's way?!"

Her tone was harsh, as if the other person blocked her way and deserved death.

The woman in purple covered her chest and stood up with difficulty. Her eyes were stubborn and she met her gaze without fear.

"Ahem, you...you..."

She pointed at the girl in the red dress and said weakly, "Don't bully others too much!"

The girl in the red dress smiled provocatively.

"Oh, I just bullied you, what can you do?!"

As she spoke, she flicked her wrist, and the whip flew out and wrapped around the neck of the purple-clothed girl, tightening her slender neck and pulling it out hard, forcing her to look up at her with an arrogant expression.

The woman in purple struggled painfully, but she could not resist the power of the whip. Her throat was so painful from being strangled, and her face turned the color of pig liver.

"Let go... let me go..."

The girl in the red dress curled her lips and smiled, her eyes raised. She was extremely beautiful, but cruel and bloodthirsty.

"You are not the first person to dare to stand in my way, and you are not the last one. You will pay the price for your stupidity. Go to hell, you idiot!"

The woman in purple eyes widened, she had difficulty breathing, and her face became paler.

She wanted to say something, but she couldn't make any sound at all. Her neck was locked tightly and was on the verge of bursting.

If I had known better, I wouldn't have taken off those clothes.

If you continue to pretend to be Ye Qing'er, how can you bear this kind of anger!

At this moment, a gentle and elegant voice floated from a distance, faintly resounding throughout the entire audience.

"Girl, please stop."

As he finished speaking, a surge of spiritual power came from afar, forcing the girl in the red dress back three feet, easing her crisis.

The girl in the red dress became angry, raised her whip, and cursed through gritted teeth: "Who? Are you meddling in other people's business because you don't want to live?"

She looked over and saw a man in rich clothes, with handsome features and a gentle temperament, like a humble gentleman.

"I am Zhuge Qingchen, a disciple of the Yunyan Sect."

He clasped his fists and bowed, gentle and said, "She didn't mean to offend. You might as well raise your noble hand and let her live."

Upon hearing Yun Yanzong, the girl in the red dress stopped, immediately put away her whip, glared at the woman on the ground unwillingly, and turned around angrily to leave.

Zhuge Qingchen breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the woman in purple: "Are you okay?"

"I...cough..."

The woman in purple coughed violently and said, "Thank you... thank you."

Zhuge Qingchen shook his head: "You're welcome."

Song Ci crossed his arms across his chest and watched the two of them chatting with a blank expression. Then he turned his head slightly and asked the passerby: "Who is that woman in the red dress?"

The person next to her answered cautiously: "She is the daughter of the lord of Vientiane City, Zuo Muling."

Song Ci was stunned upon hearing this.

The daughter of the city lord.

No wonder he is so arrogant and domineering.

"If you offend her, I'm afraid you won't be able to stay in Vientiane City anymore, so leave quickly." The man reminded him.

"Thanks for the reminder." Song Ci nodded slightly and looked back at the two people.

At this time, a mask of pain was put on his face.

What Senior Brother Zhuge did was contrary to his strict behavior!

How can this be good? !

After Zhuge Qingchen talked with the woman in purple for a while, the woman followed them back to the inn.

Song Ci: "..."

Nasty, totally numb.

He held his forehead silently.

I shouldn't have stepped on Brother Zhuge's pirate ship. Is it too late to regret it now?

...It's too late.

That night, someone from the City Lord's Mansion sent a message.

"Invite us to today's dinner?" Song Ci was confused.

"Yes, Mr. Song."

The servant said respectfully: "The city lord said that you three must be present."

Zhuge Qingchen frowned.

They are both nameless and hopeless.

"How come the invitation letter from the City Lord's Mansion was given to us?"

The servant hesitated for a moment and then said: "Miss Zuo specially ordered it."

Zuo Muling.

I'm afraid revenge is coming!

Song Ci pursed her lips, "What if we don't go?"

The servant smiled: "You are in Vientiane City, it is not up to you to choose."

The several guards following him all showed ferocious murderous intent, and they seemed to be ready to fight after a disagreement.

"In that case, let's go."

The servant nodded and led three people and one bear to the banquet.

From the previous conversation, I learned that the woman in purple is named Luo Zhiyan. She has no family or sect and is a casual cultivator.

After half a cup of tea, they entered an exquisite and luxurious courtyard, surrounded by all kinds of precious flowers, plants and trees, colorful and fragrant.

A group of servants were busy preparing food and drinks for the guests.

Song Ci glanced at the surrounding decorations and thought to himself that this banquet was quite large and looked rather grand and formal.

The servant took them to sit down and then withdrew.

The hall was full of guests, drinking and drinking, and it was very lively.

Not long after Song Ci and others sat down, there was a sudden noise outside the door.

A gust of breeze blew by, and everyone turned their heads.

A man in white clothes stepped forward.

He has a handsome appearance, slightly pale skin, and a scar on his eyebrows. His temperament is calm and restrained, and his whole body exudes a good aura.

Everyone stood up and bowed their hands in salute: "I have met the city lord."

Zuo Chao nodded, walked straight to the main table, and sat down at the main table.

The rest of the guests took their seats one after another, most of them were young and promising casual cultivators, as well as some disciples from other sects nearby, or heirs and elders of aristocratic families, etc., all of whom were of extraordinary bearing.

Song Ci and others stayed quietly in the corner, keeping a low profile and not attracting anyone's attention.

Soon, the maids filed in one after another holding dishes.

The maid arranged the dishes neatly, then bowed and left, leaving them for those present to enjoy.

A banquet ended with joyful singing and laughter.

The Lord of Vientiane City ignored them at all. Apart from giving them a look when they came in, he didn't even bother to give them a glance from the corner of his eye.

A few people were guided by the servants to the backyard residence. The house was simple and plain, with only beds, tables, chairs, and a few stools. It was obviously specially designed for guests to rest.

"What does this Vientiane City City Lord mean?"

Luo Zhiyan muttered displeasedly: "It's really baffling to let us come, but then ignore us."

Zhuge Qingchen was relatively calm.

"Let's rest for a night before we talk."

Song Ci hummed in agreement.

The night is quiet, the moon and stars are sparse.

Song Ci lay on the bed and tossed and turned.

Not right.

From the moment he entered the city lord's mansion, he felt like he was being watched by something.

What is it?

He closed his eyes and meditated, but fell asleep without realizing it.

In a daze, he seemed to see his senior sister.

The senior sister was dressed in Tsing Yi and stood in front of him with a worried look on her face.

Song Ci was stunned.

Is this a dream?

After entering Taoism, there is basically no concept of dreams. I didn’t expect that I would actually dream today!

"Senior sister?" He called tentatively.

My senior sister didn't seem to hear it, and still sighed to herself.

Dimly, he seemed to hear the familiar voice of his senior sister again, sometimes far and sometimes near.

"I've already said that if you don't work hard to become an immortal, you will still be brothers in the Zunhun Banner."

"I was eighteen years old, and I stood in the Zunhun flag like a minions."

"Song Ci, you kid, are you going to let your guard down and go to sleep in this situation? Are you desperate for your life?"

Song Ci opened his eyes suddenly and saw a black shadow breaking out of the window.

He sat up suddenly and looked out the window. The ghostly figure quickly disappeared into the night.

And on that roof, a long flag fluttered in the wind under the night sky, eerie and terrifying.