Legend of the Embroiderer

In that mysterious place hidden from the sight of the world, an elite team of four people, together with Lu Zhanyuan and his sister Xiaoyun, are solemnly and nervously making various preparations before the final action.

They shoulder a vital mission - to expose the huge conspiracy hidden in the darkness of the Netherworld Cult, and to protect the rare treasure called "Time and Space Xuan Ji" with all their strength to ensure that it will not suffer any form of infringement or damage.

However, just as the five people were about to embark on their journey, a hurried and panicked figure suddenly broke into everyone's sight.

The visitor was an ordinary disciple of low status from the Netherworld Sect. His face was filled with fear, as if he had seen the most terrifying scene in the world.

At the same time, a hint of determination was faintly revealed on his face, which was distorted by extreme fear.

This man's name is Zhao An. At this moment, his eyes, which should have been clear and bright, are now filled with endless fear of the Netherworld Cult. Even stronger is his ardent desire to break free from his bondage and regain his freedom.

With a "thump" sound, Zhao An knelt on his knees without hesitation and knelt directly in front of Li Zhao.

His body was trembling slightly, and even his voice was shaking, but the determination contained in it was unquestionable.

He raised his head, looked directly at Li Zhao with pleading eyes, and said in a trembling voice, "Your Highness, please believe me! I have a very important news to tell you."

Li Zhao's sharp eyes, like razor blades, instantly fell on Zhao An upon hearing this. He stared intently into his eyes, as if trying to penetrate Zhao An's innermost thoughts through his thin eyelids.

After a moment, Li Zhao asked coldly, "Tell me, what kind of news is it that would be worth your risking so much to come here and tell it?"

Hearing Li Zhao's question, Zhao An took a deep breath and tried to calm his agitated mood. Then, he slowly opened his mouth and said word by word in a slightly desperate tone:

"The Netherworld Cult has already seen through all the details of your plan and has secretly laid a net, waiting for you to foolishly fall into this carefully designed trap..."

Su Mengyao's crescent-shaped eyebrows were tightly locked together, as if tightened by an invisible force. The alert light in her beautiful eyes was shining like a cold star twinkling in the night sky.

She opened her red lips slightly and asked in a serious tone, "A trap? What on earth is going on? How did they learn of our carefully planned plan?"

Zhao An, standing aside, slowly lowered his head, looking somewhat wilted and listless, like a storm-ravaged seedling. His voice was low and slightly tinged with shame as he murmured:

"This is all my fault... I was forced to pass on some information to them before. But now, I have deeply realized the mistakes I made, and I can no longer continue like this! So, please give me a chance to make amends and assist you wholeheartedly."

At the same time, Wu Chen, who had been silent all the time, suddenly gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands. His eyes, which were originally as calm as water, instantly became extremely sharp, like two lightning bolts across the night sky.

He snorted coldly and questioned, "Humph! Why should we trust you? Maybe you're a spy sent by the Netherworld Cult to lurk among us!"

At this moment, the old man who always maintained a mysterious posture gently stroked the long beard on his chin. Although his voice sounded soft, it contained an irresistible majesty and deep wisdom.

He stared at Zhao An with a piercing gaze and asked slowly, "Young man, since you have already joined the Netherworld Sect, why did you choose to betray them now?"

Hearing the old man's question, Zhao An suddenly raised his head. There was no longer any evasion or hesitation in his eyes. Instead, he looked at them with full determination, as hot and dazzling as a burning flame.

He responded with a powerful voice: “It is because I have witnessed your bravery and the righteous beliefs you uphold that I am deeply moved.

From this moment on, I am willing to abandon everything in the past and resolutely fight for justice! Even if the road ahead is full of thorns and difficulties, I will never retreat even a single step!

"We must re-evaluate our plan immediately!" With this shout, Li Zhao stood up suddenly.

At this moment, the blazing firelight made his figure appear exceptionally tall and resolute. His face was solemn, his brows tightly furrowed, his eyes sharp as knives as he stared straight at everyone.

"The trap set by the Netherworld Cult is undoubtedly extremely dangerous, but at the same time, it also grants us a rare opportunity. As long as we can cleverly seize this opportunity, we may be able to achieve a counterattack against them!"

As Li Zhao spoke passionately, he slowly shifted his gaze, scanning the faces of Su Mengyao and the other team members in turn, as if trying to find the most crucial answer from the changes in each person's expression.

"At this point, the Netherworld Cult has already seen through our entire plan. Therefore, the top priority is to quickly adjust our strategic deployment to cope with this sudden change!"

Li Zhao's words were powerful, and the unwavering determination contained in them seemed to penetrate the soul of everyone present.

At this moment, Su Mengyao, who had been silent the entire time, suddenly grasped the mysteriously glowing Philosopher's Stone. Her beautiful eyes shone with a lively and intelligent light, as dazzling as the stars in the night sky.

Then, she softly said, "In my opinion, we must not rashly launch a frontal assault right now. Only by adopting more covert and circuitous tactics can we quietly approach the Netherworld Cult's hidden stronghold."

After saying that, she raised her hand slightly and tapped the wooden table in front of her with her slender fingers, making crisp and rhythmic sounds.

This seemingly unintentional action seemed to turn into a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart again and again.

Wu Chen tightly grasped the gleaming sword in his hand, as if he had become one with it. His piercing eyes gleamed with the steel-like light of a warrior.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and stared into the distance, as if he had already seen the upcoming battle scene.

"We can definitely take advantage of the deep darkness and the complex and changing terrain to approach them silently like ghosts."

Although Wu Chen's words were concise and clear, each word was sonorous and powerful. Every word seemed to contain endless power, which shocked people.

He exuded an unyielding fighting spirit, as if he would not be afraid even if facing thousands of troops.

The mysterious old man slowly reached out his hand and gently stroked the long beard on his chin. His movements were graceful and calm, revealing a calmness and wisdom that came from a lifetime of experience.

He spoke slowly, his voice deep and magnetic, mixed with a hint of elusive profound wisdom:

"In my opinion, we might as well create a carefully crafted false target to attract the full attention of the Netherworld Cult. At the same time, we can sneak in from the other side without anyone noticing. This way, the chances of success will surely increase significantly."

Lu Zhanyuan and Xiaoyun, who were standing nearby, glanced at each other at the same time. Their gazes met in an instant, sparking a fiery spark.

There was also an unwavering light shining in their eyes, like the brightest stars in the night sky.

"We are willing to take on this arduous task and divert the relentless pursuit of the Netherworld Cult!"

Lu Zhanyuan and Xiaoyun spoke in unison. Their voices were clear and loud, filled with deep trust in the entire team and an extreme desire for ultimate victory.

At this moment, Li Zhao, who had been silent all this time, suddenly stood up. His tall and straight figure, illuminated by the blazing fire, looked even more resolute and determined. He clenched his fists, waved them vigorously, and said loudly:

"Alright! Now that we've all reached a consensus, let's immediately adjust our original battle plan. Next, we'll employ a more covert and ingenious strategy to approach the Netherworld Cult's deeply hidden secret stronghold and crush their sinister plot with a single, devastating blow!"

Wu Chen's gaze was like an extremely sharp sword, piercing straight at Zhao An opposite him, as if he wanted to see through him!

He stared at Zhao An closely, and said in a cold voice with obvious suspicion:

"Humph! How can we trust a disciple from the Netherworld Cult so easily? As we all know, the Netherworld Cult has always been known for its many tricks. This might just be another insidious trap they've carefully devised!"

After hearing this, Lu Zhanyuan, who was standing aside, frowned even tighter than usual, and a hint of dissatisfaction appeared on his handsome face.

He then echoed, "That's right! Brother Wuchen is absolutely right. We absolutely cannot hastily change our carefully crafted plan just because someone like this suddenly appears! After all, who knows if this person is a spy sent by the Netherworld Cult to lurk among us?"

However, at this moment, Su Mengyao, who had been silent all this time, took a step forward gently and spoke softly to comfort her:

"Don't worry, everyone. In my opinion, Zhao An's appearance might truly be God's will. As the saying goes, everything has its destiny. We really shouldn't so easily give up this great opportunity that could bring us a turnaround."

After saying that, her beautiful eyes slowly lingered on Wu Chen and Lu Zhanyuan, as if she wanted to make them understand and agree through her gentle gaze that this was indeed a rare opportunity.

The mysterious old man, who had remained silent the entire time, raised his hand and gently stroked the long beard on his chin. After a moment, he slowly spoke. His voice was low, but contained a trace of profound and supreme wisdom. He said:

"At this critical moment, we must act with extreme caution. Although what Zhao An said may be half true and half false and difficult to distinguish, no matter what, we must not easily ignore any possible clues..."

"We must make a choice!" With these resolute words, Li Zhao suddenly stood up. His tall, straight figure, illuminated by the blazing fire, looked like an indestructible mountain, appearing remarkably steadfast.

"We must handle the information Zhao An conveys with extreme caution and must not take it lightly. At the same time, we must also be fully prepared to deal with any possible situation."

Li Zhao looked around solemnly, his eyes sweeping over each team member present one by one. They were now in a dark and dense forest, engaged in a heated debate over Zhao An's true intentions.

The atmosphere at the scene was extremely tense and complicated, as if an invisible net tightly enveloped everyone.

Amidst this tense atmosphere, a dark figure appeared silently, like a ghost. This mysterious masked figure was elusive, appearing silently in everyone's sight like a ghost.