Behind the bamboo window, there was a screen painted with flying birds and running beasts, obviously used by the owner to block something.
But where Jun Muqian stood, she could see everything that was blocked by the screen.
A patch of water light.
Jun Muqian was slightly startled.
This...
Before she could react, the man stood up.
In the next moment, he quickly extended his arm and swiftly draped the crimson robe on his long back.
Then, his ink-black eyes looked over coldly.
At this moment, his double pupils were deep black, as if coated with a layer of ice, exuding a murderous intent.
The man clenched his clothes, restraining the urge to act, and coldly uttered two words, "Get out!"
This word made Jun Muqian suddenly come to her senses.
After taking another look fearlessly, she turned around in the midst of his astonishing rage.
Ahem!
Should she take responsibility?
As she pondered, a voice as cold as snow rang in her ears, "Come in."
With just a single word, it carried the authority of a superior.
Jun Muqian: "..."
She had never been ordered like this in her life.
But she had taken advantage of others before and changed her identity, so she could only acknowledge it for now.
Being flexible was the way to survive.
The Sovereign of Illusory Great Thousand Eastern Domain might be formidable, but at the moment, he was just a waste of the sect.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," Jun Muqian helplessly responded, lifting her foot and stepping into the room. "But, young master, since you invited me here, I have seen through your situation, so we both have a responsibility."
Evidently, the man in the crimson robe still had mist on his eyelashes from just having taken a bath.
Upon hearing this, he glanced in a certain direction, his gaze sharp and filled with a strong warning.
Immediately, Jun Muqian saw the previous shadow fleeing in panic.
Tsk.
She smiled knowingly, it seemed that this subordinate had tried to do a good deed but ended up causing trouble.
The man then withdrew his gaze, still wearing the half silver mask, revealing no expression.
Although he wore a fiery crimson robe, his countenance was extremely cold, yet it was precisely this that added a touch of charm to him.
His voice showed no fluctuation, "Sit."
Jun Muqian didn't stand on ceremony and sat down, squinting as she observed the person opposite her.
At the same time, the man was also looking at her.
The distance between them was very close this time, so she could clearly see his double pupils.
Like two deep springs, they made people want to sink into them.
The two of them stared at each other for a long time, and suddenly—
"Muqian?"
"It's me," Jun Muqian nodded.
"Orphaned since childhood, abandoned in front of a dilapidated temple at the age of three, and then picked up by someone from the Star Luo Sect," the man's eyelashes fluttered slightly, "Naturally without spiritual roots, and at the age of fifteen, your dantian was shattered and you still haven't condensed spiritual power."
Jun Muqian still replied, "It's me."
From her memory, Muqian was indeed an abandoned child who was picked up by her master.
And it was last year when her dantian was shattered.
The one who did it was a disciple of the Tianyin Sect.
The Tianyin Sect used music to kill, and it was the number one sect in the Hua Xu Continent.
Yan Wanying, oh Yan Wanying, what a move to use someone else to do your dirty work.
Jun Muqian frowned, but why would a woman as outstanding as Yan Wanying bother to deal with a "waste" cultivator like her?
She hadn't figured out the reason for this yet.
With Muqian's status, how could she threaten Yan Wanying?
"Quiet and reserved by nature, not fond of interacting with outsiders," at this moment, the man suddenly opened his eyes, his double pupils deep and profound, "It's unexpected to meet you today."
Jun Muqian smiled faintly and remained composed, "A person's temperament will change greatly when facing life and death."
She had already thought of this reason.
Because this body belonged to Muqian, and she wasn't taking over it. Even a highly cultivated person wouldn't be able to detect anything unusual.
Although the Regent of the Imperial Court was mysterious, the Lingxuan World was still a lower plane and couldn't be compared to the cultivators in the Great Thousand.
The man's long fingers brushed his collar and loosened it, indifferent, "You may leave."
Jun Muqian squinted, "Young master, did you bring me here just to look at me?"
She really had the urge to take off his mask and see if the face beneath it was as beautiful as she imagined.
This kind of morbid curiosity was growing stronger in the heart of the Sovereign of Jun, to the point where she was starting to feel restless...
But the man didn't answer, instead, he turned his head and called out softly to someone outside the door, "Mulin."
The shadow from before immediately appeared, kneeling on one knee, "I'm here."
"Take her back to the Star Luo Sect," the man casually ordered, "Then tell Ye Tianbei that I will attend the sect's competition in three months."
Upon hearing this, Mulin was puzzled, but still replied, "Understood."
At the same time, he secretly wiped away a bead of sweat.
The reaction of his master just now was truly terrifying. He didn't even know that his master would be taking a bath at this time!
"And also..." the man pondered for a moment, then waved his hand, "Take this."
A jade bottle appeared out of thin air and flew over at an angle.
Mulin caught it and then instinctively looked at it, suddenly taken aback, "Master?"
The man's expression was indifferent as he gave the order, "Give it to her after you take her back."
"Understood." Mulin saluted, then looked up and said, "Miss Muqian, you can go with..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was dumbfounded.
He saw the Sovereign leaning forward, reaching out with her fair hand, aiming for the half silver mask, and was about to touch it...
In an instant, the man in the crimson robe grabbed her wrist, his face slightly cold, "Muqian!"
But the force was too strong and too sudden, causing the Sovereign to lose her balance.
The next moment, there was a sharp sound!
Due to the inertia, Jun Muqian fell down.