"…It couldn't have been a disciple. That kind of energy isn't something I've seen before... Where would it even come from?… unless…" she narrowed her eyes. "Unless one of the outer sect alchemists was experimenting again?"
She turned to Luo Feng—who was still wringing out his soaked robes while shouting furiously at two Outer Court disciples.
"Bring me the one responsible! I'll make him eat the urn!"
Elder Liu sighed and walked away. The sect had always had eccentrics. Maybe this was just another one.
But the suspicion lingered.
Back in his courtyard, Han Yu exhaled deeply and leaned against the wall, allowing the laughter-inducing adrenaline to settle in his bones.
"Too close. Waaay too close," he muttered, still remembering how Elder Liu Feiyan had turned her gaze toward him like a hawk spotting prey.
