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Just after Song Tanxi recited the Buddhist scripture three times, the roof suddenly opened with a "creak," revealing an upward staircase.

The five exchanged a glance and headed straight for the stairs. The stairs snaked upwards, suspended in mid-air, surrounded by complete darkness. They quietly ascended the stairs, one step at a time. Even the usually curious Little Whirlwind remained silent, having sensed the red river and the power suppressing it above, so it stayed as still as a chicken, clinging tightly to Qingluo.

After ascending several flights of stairs, they came to a huge platform surrounded by eight massive golden stone pillars, each carved with intricate patterns. Behind the platform stood a majestic golden hall, and the person they were looking for, Chang Li, stood quietly waiting for them on the steps in front of the hall.

"It's been a long time, everyone. Welcome to my humble abode." Chang Li smiled at them, as if he were truly welcoming old friends.

Before they came up, they had anticipated encountering Chang Li. To counter Chang Li's bewitching eyes, all four of them, except Qing Sang, wore a thin veil over their eyes. This veil was a dragon-patterned gauze that Qing Sang had given to Qing Luo to find at the auction house in Zhuiyue City. The dragon-patterned gauze could block bewitching skills when worn over the eyes, and it was originally used to resist the charm magic of the Hehuan Sect. After Qing Sang obtained it, he consulted Lian Xueyin and had a spirit-boosting magic array inscribed on it, preparing one for each of them to resist Chang Li's demonic eyes.

"It has been a long time. We've been looking for you for ages!" Qing Sang looked at him expressionlessly.

"Oh? Is there anything I can help you with, Benefactor Qing? For the sake of our friendship, I will do my best." Chang Li still smiled, his tone unchanged.

"Really? Then tell me, what's going on with Wanqiu? What do you want Qi Wan's heart for?" Qing Sang didn't want to waste time with him and went straight to the point.

“Sure! Why don’t we come in and chat over tea?” Chang Li wasn’t surprised by her question. He calmly nodded in agreement and gestured for them to come in.

Qing Sang hadn't expected Chang Li to agree so readily; she'd initially thought there would be a big fight. But, going inside for tea...?

Changli didn't urge them, calmly standing at the door waiting.

Qing Sang thought for a moment, then stepped forward. Qing Luo grabbed her sleeve: "Be careful, it might be a trap!" Although he had never fought this Chang Li, for some reason, he felt a subtle sense of dread when he saw Chang Li just now. It wasn't direct fear, but more accurately, a sense of apprehension. Whether he was a dragon in his past life or a ghost king in the ruins, he had never been afraid of anyone. This was the first time. This Chang Li was strange.

"Standing here won't do any good. Let's go in and see what tricks he's up to." Avoiding things has never been Qing Sang's style, and besides, they're already at the door; what's one more step? And based on her understanding of Chang Li, he must have been seriously injured, otherwise he wouldn't have waited until they were already on the top floor before showing up. She was also curious about what had caused Chang Li's serious injury.

Qinglu suppressed the subtle feeling in her heart, agreeing with Qingsang's words; there were no cowards in their family. So she released Qingsang's sleeve and walked alongside her, secretly summoning her own stick and concealing it in her sleeve. (End of Chapter)