"ZongYing, you-" ZhiYi had no time to finish his sentence when a commotion broke outside. Someone banged on the doors to the main hall and both ZhiYi and ZongYing jumped up, fully alert now.
With just a flick of her wrist, the doors flung wide open and two distraught disciples dressed in pale purple rushed in. Upon seeing ZhiYi, they hesitated, cowering and fidgeting before the two.
"What is going on?" Zhu ZongYing asked, her tone harsh like a whip and the disciples hurried to say,
"Huang GongZhu! It… It happened again. Shijie is trying to calm her down as we speak."
"They are luring her out to the forest."
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Sharp claws cut through trees like they were paper. Red eyes gleamed in the dim lighting of the forest as they tracked the quietly moving shades of purple.
