Crossing the Passenger Sacrifice

What was faster than her brain and emotions was Li Huoyue's skills.

Before the fake King Liang could see the movement clearly, there was a "clang" sound, followed by a "click".

The two sounds alternated continuously. After just a dozen or so times, the originally intact offering tree was smashed into a pile that looked like a wooden stake chopped by an axe, and its original shape could no longer be seen.

It suddenly rained heavily outside without any warning, as if there was a hole in the sky. The accumulated rain rushed out and fell everywhere in the world. After a while, it gathered together again, waiting for the next raindrops to join in.

Coach Zuo was extremely shocked and looked at Li Huoyue with a mixture of fear and admiration.

"...I'm dying. Do you know what you have done?" Coach Zuo swallowed his dry throat, feeling that the scene before him was an illusion.

Li Huoyue stood on the incense table with the remaining fragments of the small tripod in her hand, looking down at Guide Zuo from above, with no expression on her face, as if she was the god, glancing indifferently at the mortals in the world.

The two looked at each other in silence, like a portrait.

After a long while, Coach Zuo finally recovered from his shock. He seemed to have given up, yet also seemed to be amused and helpless. He sighed and said, "...Forget it. Anyway, everyone in your Li family is like this, and it's not the first or second time."

There was a noise outside, and someone rushed over and stood outside the door, whispering, "Coach Zuo?"

"No problem." Coach Zuo replied, "Everyone get off."

"Yes." The person outside responded decisively and immediately withdrew, like a programmed machine.

Without the source of discomfort, Li Huoyue turned his attention back to the fake King of Liang.

She applied a little force with her fingertips, and the bronze fragment in her hand immediately broke into two pieces. The sound of the breaking, coupled with the heavy rain outside, made Coach Zuo's back shiver, and she wished she could wrap herself in two more thick clothes.

When Li Huoyue came, he had a lot of questions to ask, and now he has even more questions to ask.

They appear one after another, in an endless stream.

She picked the question she wanted to ask the most, laid the groundwork, and then said, "Did you use some trickery to lure me here?"

Coach Zuo looked up at Li Huoyue and nodded slightly, "I guess so."

"Is it?" Li Huoyue noticed the roundabout wordplay. "That wasn't your intention? So you're also being controlled by others?"

"Yeah." Coach Zuo sighed again. He knew it would be like this.

"Who?"

Instructor Zuo subconsciously glanced at the shrine, then looked away after seeing the mess. "There are many. Which one are you asking about?"

What was faster than her brain and emotions was Li Huoyue's skills.

Before the fake King Liang could see the movement clearly, there was a "clang" sound, followed by a "click".

The two sounds alternated continuously. After just a dozen or so times, the originally intact offering tree was smashed into a pile that looked like a wooden stake chopped by an axe, and its original shape could no longer be seen.

It suddenly rained heavily outside without any warning, as if there was a hole in the sky. The accumulated rain rushed out and fell everywhere in the world. After a while, it gathered together again, waiting for the next raindrops to join in.

Coach Zuo was extremely shocked and looked at Li Huoyue with a mixture of fear and admiration.

"...I'm dying. Do you know what you have done?" Coach Zuo swallowed his dry throat, feeling that the scene before him was an illusion.

Li Huoyue stood on the incense table with the remaining fragments of the small tripod in her hand, looking down at Guide Zuo from above, with no expression on her face, as if she was the god, glancing indifferently at the mortals in the world.

The two looked at each other in silence, like a portrait.

After a long while, Coach Zuo finally recovered from his shock. He seemed to have given up, yet also seemed to be amused and helpless. He sighed and said, "...Forget it. Anyway, everyone in your Li family is like this, and it's not the first or second time."

There was a noise outside, and someone rushed over and stood outside the door, whispering, "Coach Zuo?"

"No problem." Coach Zuo replied, "Everyone get off."

"Yes." The person outside responded decisively and immediately withdrew, like a programmed machine.

Without the source of discomfort, Li Huoyue turned his attention back to the fake King of Liang.

She applied a little force with her fingertips, and the bronze fragment in her hand immediately broke into two pieces. The sound of the breaking, coupled with the heavy rain outside, made Coach Zuo's back shiver, and she wished she could wrap herself in two more thick clothes.

When Li Huoyue came, he had a lot of questions to ask, and now he has even more questions to ask.

They appear one after another, in an endless stream.

She picked the question she wanted to ask the most, laid the groundwork, and then said, "Did you use some trickery to lure me here?"

Coach Zuo looked up at Li Huoyue and nodded slightly, "I guess so."

"Is it?" Li Huoyue noticed the roundabout wordplay. "That wasn't your intention? So you're also being controlled by others?"

"Yeah." Coach Zuo sighed again. He knew it would be like this.

"Who?"

Instructor Zuo subconsciously glanced at the shrine, then looked away after seeing the mess. "There are many. Which one are you asking about?"

What was faster than her brain and emotions was Li Huoyue's skills.

Before the fake King Liang could see the movement clearly, there was a "clang" sound, followed by a "click".

The two sounds alternated continuously. After just a dozen or so times, the originally intact offering tree was smashed into a pile that looked like a wooden stake chopped by an axe, and its original shape could no longer be seen.

It suddenly rained heavily outside without any warning, as if there was a hole in the sky. The accumulated rain rushed out and fell everywhere in the world. After a while, it gathered together again, waiting for the next raindrops to join in.

Coach Zuo was extremely shocked and looked at Li Huoyue with a mixture of fear and admiration.

"...I'm dying. Do you know what you have done?" Coach Zuo swallowed his dry throat, feeling that the scene before him was an illusion.

Li Huoyue stood on the incense table with the remaining fragments of the small tripod in her hand, looking down at Guide Zuo from above, with no expression on her face, as if she was the god, glancing indifferently at the mortals in the world.

The two looked at each other in silence, like a portrait.

After a long while, Coach Zuo finally recovered from his shock. He seemed to have given up, yet also seemed to be amused and helpless. He sighed and said, "...Forget it. Anyway, everyone in your Li family is like this, and it's not the first or second time."

There was a noise outside, and someone rushed over and stood outside the door, whispering, "Coach Zuo?"

"No problem." Coach Zuo replied, "Everyone get off."

"Yes." The person outside responded decisively and immediately withdrew, like a programmed machine.

Without the source of discomfort, Li Huoyue turned his attention back to the fake King of Liang.

She applied a little force with her fingertips, and the bronze fragment in her hand immediately broke into two pieces. The sound of the breaking, coupled with the heavy rain outside, made Coach Zuo's back shiver, and she wished she could wrap herself in two more thick clothes.

When Li Huoyue came, he had a lot of questions to ask, and now he has even more questions to ask.

They appear one after another, in an endless stream.

She picked the question she wanted to ask the most, laid the groundwork, and then said, "Did you use some trickery to lure me here?"

Coach Zuo looked up at Li Huoyue and nodded slightly, "I guess so."