Yaochi Lake is covered with snow all year round. Even under the scorching sun in midsummer, the lake is still covered with snow, making it look like a dream.
Behind Yaochi Lake is Qingluan Mountain.
There are pavilions, buildings and palaces in the mountains.
The white jade staircase is 3,600 stories high, leading directly to the top of the mountain and towering into the sky.
At this moment, on the top of the mountain, among the misty clouds, a plump woman with a delicate appearance was sitting under the eaves of the main hall.
She wore a bright red silk brocade robe, trimmed with gold threads, and embroidered with the divine bird and phoenix spreading its wings, which was impressive.
There is tea boiling on the wooden table in front of you. The mist is lingering and the fragrance of tea is overflowing.
She looked down the mountain with empty eyes.
To be precise, there were no eyes at all in her sunken eye sockets.
But she still watched with gusto, with an intoxicating smile on her lips.
"Meng'er, look, the fish in the lake have grown up again." The plump woman waved, and a snow-white cat jumped into her arms.
This cat is very white, with no trace of color on its body, just like the snow in Yaochi Lake, clean and crystal clear.
Its eyes are jet black, with a spiritual luster, like two extremely precious gems.
It seemed to understand the woman's words. It stood up straight, raised its head and looked down the mountain.
The woman smiled coquettishly and said, "How about it? I didn't lie to you, did I?"
"Woo." The white cat purred, seeming to respond.
The woman encouraged: "Go, grab some and try them. It's been a long time since I've seen meat and fish. I'm so hungry."
"Remember, you are not allowed to eat it raw."
The white cat shook its tail, leaned down, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
When it reappeared, a white shadow flickered on the nearly vertical stairs at a staggering speed.
The plump woman in red robe picked up the teapot in front of her and poured herself a cup of tea.
Although there are no eyeballs, the tea poured out is impartial and falls right into the center of the cup.
"Palace Master..." In the circular corridor, a one-armed old woman walked over anxiously.
The woman held the cup and moistened her lips with tea, and said in a cold voice: "After all, he is also a great elder of the Ziwei lineage. How can he be so flustered?"
The one-armed old woman looked ashamed and leaned over to pay homage: "I just received news that the Kunlun disciples who were going to Mojiazhai to support Lingxi were intercepted and killed on the way. They are in critical condition at the moment."
"Well, what happens next?" The woman in red robe said calmly: "The person who died was a Kunlun disciple, so what does it have to do with us?"
"The one who should feel bad is Ji Xuanqing, this Chen Shimei who was cut into pieces with a thousand cuts..."
Halfway through her words, she seemed to have thought of something. The cup in her hand shook slightly, spilling tea and rolling down the table: "You, I remember you said a few days ago that it was the Thirty-Six Swords of Kunlun that supported Lingxi?"
The one-armed old woman responded: "Yes, the Thirty-Six Swords of Kunlun led by Tang Jingyue."
"How is that possible?" The woman in red robe stood up suddenly and said in a surprised tone: "Who dares to kill the Thirty-Six Swords of Kunlun? You are crazy about luck."
The one-armed old woman half-bowed and replied: "Buddhism and Yun Sect have joined forces, and four elders from each group have been dispatched. Eight of them are wearing black clothes and covering their faces. Not even the Thirty-six Kunlun Swords can protect Lingxi's safety."
"Where's Su Xinglan? Didn't he also go to Mojiazhai?" The woman in red robe said to herself: "Ji Xuanqing did not hesitate to destroy 20% of Kunlun's luck and took out Kunlun's most precious treasure, the Taixuan Sword."
"As the master of Taixuan Sword, Su Xinglan is also the number one person in Chinese martial arts. With him here, who would dare to take advantage of Kunlun?"
"Not to mention the eight elders of the Yunchong Buddhist Sect, even if there are eight more people, who can stop Su Xinglan who has the Taixuan Sword?"
The one-armed old woman whispered: "Su Xinglan is nowhere to be found, I'm afraid something unexpected happened."
"Accident?" The woman in red robe's steady breathing became turbulent. She put down the cup in her hand and frowned: "If Su Xinglan really has an accident, Kunlun will definitely suffer heavy losses this time."
"No, this is not just a serious injury, it is simply a disaster."
