Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys Shui Yuan and Li Baxian spared no effort in peppering Lu Ye with messages about how he should lay low at the Hidden Light Sanctuary outpost for the time being. There was no reprimand, but Lu Ye knew how worried and concerned Shui Yuan must have been.
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys After nine months, the name “Lu Yi Ye of the Crimson Blood Sect” had once again become a household name. Unlike the Battle of Goldentip, Lu Ye’s notoriety this time had stirred up a never-before-seen ruckus.
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys Which should have been nothing surprising. Amber had some degree of sway over spectral entities—which explains how its roars could have some manner of spiritual effect on the human mind.
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys Lu Ye was just inches from giving up when a pleasant surprise presented itself.
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys The enemy response was proving most troublesome, at least that was the case with Lu Ye who was hiding unseen in the shadows.
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys The jade tablet shattered with a crashing din. The defensive ward of the House of Wintry Blossoms outpost gave off a sonorous groan, a deafening death rattle that portended its inevitable passing as the shield of light ceased its ripples. The shield was still standing as staunchly as it was helpless with all sustenance cut off from it.
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys What enabled Lu Ye to breathe more easily was the fact that he was not attacked even though he had revealed himself. He kept his presence low before he sped to where the commotion was coming from, looking rather frantic.
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys As the Hidden Light Sanctuary party sounded their retreat, one could still hear the angry grunts and hisses of the young female Cultivator as she was being dragged away, much to her livid disgruntlement.
