The two parties sat. The scene was calm for a few moments.

Yan Hui opened her mouth: "Let's slowly go over the situation concerning Zhenren Qi Yun."

The snake demon coldly snorted: "What's there to go over?" His words still pointed at Ling Xiao as the culprit.

Yan Hui took a deep breath to control her temper and said: "I don't care what you think. In any case, I want to figure out all the ins and outs of this matter. First, tell me how you met Zhenren Qi Yun and how you kidnapped her to this village."

"How could I kidnap her?!" The snake demon was so mad his words tumbled together. He glowered at Yan Hui. However, seeing Zhenren Qi Yun was still in Yan Hui's hands, he restrained himself and said: "I met her at the edge of the demon territory."

When these words came out, Yan Hui stared blankly: "The boundary of the demon territory? The border of Qing Qiu?" [1]

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50 years ago, there was a continuous war between cultivators and demons. It was Zhenren Qing Guang leading the xian in a stand against the demon race. They forced the demons into the remote southwest region, erected a heavenly sword at the border of Qing Qiu, and suppressed the demons. Since then, the demon race and cultivators have been separated on the two sides.

After the war, the number of demons and spirits in Central Plains were greatly lessened. However, because the spirituality in Central Plains was much more than abundant in the remote southwest, daring demons still braved the dangers and crossed over the border into Central Plains.

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Over the course of the years, most of the demons Yan Hui encountered were these types.

Usually, Yan Hui would hear of another demon running into cultivator territory. But now she was suddenly hearing of a cultivator running into demon territory, and it was Zhenren Qi Yun. Yan Hui couldn't help feeling amazed: "Why was Zhenren Qi Yun found there? What state was she in?"

"What state?" The snake demon stared at Yan Hui and coldly snorted. "Even worse than now." He tenderly looked at Qi Yun. "She was ice-cold and deathly pale. Even her eyelashes were covered in frost. With one glance, you knew it was the Hoarfrost Technique. Her inner breath was a complete mess."

Yan Hui silently listened.

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[1] The border of Qing Qiu