Was it you that night?

Everyone looked towards the source of the sound and saw a figure in bright red approaching from the void, arriving in front of the crowd in an instant.

The Changkong Sword Saint had almost no rivals in the cultivation world, and he had heard that Dongfang Wuya’s cultivation base was unfathomably deep. He had once wished to meet Dongfang Wuya, but he never expected it to be under these circumstances.

With Dongfang Wuya’s arrival, another woman’s voice rang out, it was Shen Qinghe, "The so-called Holy Maiden of the Formless Sect accuses the Sky Pole Sect of harboring the World-Ending Catastrophe, but does she know that Nan Sheng was a disciple expelled from the Sky Pole Sect?"

As Shen Qinghe’s voice faded, she, dressed in plain disciple’s clothing, had already reached the crowd.

She was dressed in simplistic attire, with only a wooden hairpin adorning her bun.

"Qinghe, where is your life-bound magic treasure?" Xiao Chen was the first to notice something amiss.

Shen Qinghe raised her plain hand, and Little Rope appeared faintly on her wrist, almost merging with it.

All present, including the Changkong Sword Saint, couldn’t discern her current level of cultivation, which was the most eerie aspect.

"Since Nan Sheng is no longer a disciple of the Sky Pole Sect, you are now the most suspicious. For the sake of the world’s people, better to wrongfully kill than to let go. Shen Qinghe, surrender your life!" The Changkong Sword Saint took action against Shen Qinghe as he spoke.

What else could the disciples of the Sky Pole Sect not understand upon seeing this?

The Changkong Sword Saint was set on taking Qinghe’s life, whether or not she was the World-Ending Catastrophe, Qinghe had to die.