The masked woman took advantage of the situation and said: "So, you asked me to plant the dharma seal into Suning's body during the battle in the ring, and you planned to prevent future troubles?"
Duan Ziqian said happily: "Yes, that little beast swore an oath of heaven in the Demon Burial Mountains, forcing us not to kill him personally."
"I have to say, he is smart and alert."
"But this cleverness is just a little cleverness."
"He didn't even think about it, why would he use a knife to kill a chicken?"
"I want him to die, and there are plenty of ways to get rid of him."
Closing his sleeves and robe, Duan Ziqian said inscrutably: "The seal of the seven semi-saint realms is a potential lead to track down Suning."
"As long as the Dharma Seal is there, no matter where he goes, he can't escape my perception."
"But he still doesn't notice it himself and doesn't know what the root of the problem is."
"Including Luo Chen, Qiao Wantang, and even Jiang Changnian, who is always aspired to the 19th rank of true immortal."
"None of them can even hope to find that seal."
The masked woman's eyes flickered, seeming worried.
Duan Ziqian stood up calmly, walked out of the pavilion and continued walking: "If you have anything to say, just say it. I won't blame you."
The masked woman cupped her fists and bowed, then said, "Su Xinglan is my disciple, Gu Changxiao. He is Suning's third uncle."
"if......"
Before he finished speaking, Duan Ziqian interrupted: "Are you trying to say that Suning will indirectly receive help from Gu Changxiao because of Su Xinglan's relationship?"
The masked woman said seriously: "Yes."
Duan Ziqian laughed strangely and said nothing.
The masked woman was full of doubts and confusion.
"boom."
Someone slapped her from behind. It was neither painful nor itchy, and there was no trace of it.
The masked woman drew her sword with her backhand, her sword aura awe-inspiring.
Duan Ziqian said leisurely: "Who took the photo of you?"
The masked woman looked around vigilantly, her mind spreading rapidly.
But right here, someone slapped her from the left again.
Neither light nor heavy, without a trace.
Duan Ziqian stopped and asked again: "Did you see it clearly? Have you thought about it?"
The masked woman said with shame: "Disciple doesn't understand."
Duan Ziqian picked up a falling leaf with his finger, flicked it with his finger and said: "There are many people who want to kill him. Who knew that it was me, Wen Dian, who took action?"
"Like you, you were photographed twice by Tianshu who was hiding in the dark, and you still can't figure out the slightest clue."
"Why does he, Suning, use this to gain insight into the secret seals that are exposed in his body?"
"Doubt is just doubt after all."
"The day he wakes up and seeks help from Gu Changxiao, hey, it will be too late."
The masked woman seemed to understand: "Suning is in Shuiyun Fairyland, and there is Qiao Wantang by his side."
"Our people can't seem to find a chance to strike, nor can they confront Qiao Wantang head-on."
Duan Ziqian said proudly: "Opportunities come by waiting for them and looking for them. I don't believe that boy will be a coward all his life."
"Furthermore, besides Wen Dian, aren't there Huo Xuan and others who are determined to put Suning to death?"
"The show has just begun. It's a pity that Jiang Lin'an is no longer around."
"Who can protect him from death this time?"
The masked woman asked expectantly: "What can the disciple do?"
Duan Ziqian pointed to the mist-shrouded peak and said with an imposing manner: "I will give you a palace of literary energy to help you practice, and I will try to make you sit on the throne of the first person of the younger generation in the shortest possible time."
