The scenery on the island was very beautiful. It was in the late spring and early summer. The mountains were green, and birds and flowers were fragrant. It was a great place to be after her sea ordeals.
Zhao Ling had been tortured on the boat for too long, her physical strength had not yet recovered, her walking was very difficult, even her footsteps were vain.
Yan Mo followed behind, even though he wanted to help, he didn't dare to be too obvious, but seeing Zhao Ling gritted her teeth and persisted all the way, he couldn't help but admire her extraordinary perseverance.
Walking to an open place, her eyes suddenly opened up, and she saw rows of palaces standing in front of her, row upon row, tall and majestic. When they came to the entrance of the palace, the two guards in strong palace garments, saw Wuhen and the others coming back, and saluted the three of them.
"The leader has an order. If the three guardians come back, let the guardians take them to Bichi."
The three guardians looked at each other and seemed a little surprised. It appeared that the sect master already knew their whereabouts very well. Thinking of this, the three of them all froze in place.
Zhao Ling wailed in her heart, this Wuji sect leader was really capable of tossing people around. Was it going to be regrettable for her to insist on getting her? What the hell was this place, and how far is this Bichi from here? All these questions invaded Zhao Ling's mind instantaneously.
Wuhen waved his hand and ordered the group of believers to disperse. The people began to move in different directions towards their respective places.
Before leaving, Yan Mo and Zhao Ling looked at each other for a short period of time. She should be rest assured that support was here for her. Yan Mo had already revealed his identity to her, and told her their was a plan to rescue her.
But he couldn't stay with her here, so that he could leave with a large group of believers to avoid unnecessary attractions.
"Everyone is gone. Now, what are we going to do?" Wuhen asked with curiosity.
Wugou, who was the biggest of the three, said to him in reply. "Third brother, this task is left to you. You know that I hate that Lao Shizi Bichi the most. You can't even ask the fourth sister to take the captive there. The only one is you, third brother."
A big man, but always taking a bath like a woman, Wuhen felt chills just thinking about it, but he was helpless. In order to prevent the leader from waiting for a long time, he picked up Zhao Ling, and with a swift light movements, he reached another passage outside the hall, and flew out into the distance. With a few ups and downs flight movement, he quickly arrived at Bichi.
Bichi was actually a natural hot spring. After transformation, it was now the leader's private bath, and people were not allowed to enter it.
Outside the pool, two guards who saw Wuhen brought a woman here, bowed slightly and cupped their hands and said, "We see the third guardian. The three guardians came just in time, and the leader has been waiting in the pool for a long time."
Wuhen nodded, his face softened a little, and he said in reply. "You have to work".
Wuhen was more polite to the leader's personal bodyguards.
Zhao Ling kept her head down and followed Wuhen's footsteps, walking into the Bichi without missing a single step. The Promise Sect made good use of all kinds of strange techniques and insidious methods. So, for the sake of her safety, she kept her sense of vigilance.
After walking for a while, seeing Wuhen stopped in front of her, she also came to a halt at the same time. She raised her head and looked at what made the guardian to stop moving forward. Just looking at what was in front of them, she almost dropped her jaw on the ground.
In front of her was an extra-large bathtub, covered by a light gauze around the pool. Through the gauze, one could still vaguely see that a man was sitting in the pool water. Only the upper part of his chest was exposed, and his hands were propped back on the edge of the pool. He leaned his head against the wall of the pool, and his black hair was loosely scattered, revealing an infinitely loose style.
Wuhen stood about ten paces away from the pond, and said in a deep voice, "Reporting to the sect master, I've brought her here as instructed."
Hearing a clatter, the man who was soaking in the pool just now, instantly rose out of the water and put on his upper garment. He lifted the veil to the pool section, and stood in front of them like a demigod.
The moment she saw the man in front of her, for some reasons, a movie scene from her previous life popped into Zhao Ling's mind. Although this was the scene when Concubine Yang Gui was out of the bath, Zhao Ling felt that it was a damn fit to use it on the leader of the Wuji Sect.
The man in front of her, dressed in a red shirt, dazzling like fire against his fair skin and delicate facial features, a pair of red and phoenix eyes, sinister and amorous that seems to be able to easily see one's soul, his long black hair reaches his waist, and is scattered on his chin, was like a fairy. The body was decorated with enchanting beauty.
Enchanting Evildoer! These two words flashed in Zhao Ling's mind instantly. How could someone be so evil, yet look so handsome? The kind of handsomeness that was so difficult to keep eyes away from. Enchantment, it had to be, she concluded while she kept on looking at the man.
The leader of the Promise Sect was actually a body masterpiece!