When Venerable Wen Ying finally let down her guard and confessed her secrets one by one, Yu Qingtan's lips curved in a satisfied smile. She softly said, "Very good, only the wise know how to adapt to changing circumstances. You have made a wise choice."
Hopes flickered in Venerable Wen Ying's eyes, as she believed her candidness would buy her freedom. She cautiously asked, "Then, may I leave now?"
Yu Qingtan's gaze suddenly deepened, and she slowly uttered two words, "Spirit Restraint!" As her voice fell, an invisible force instantly bound Venerable Wen Ying in place.
Venerable Wen Ying's eyes widened in terror; she felt as though her body had been nailed in place by an unseen force, rendering her unable to move. Despair filled her heart; she couldn't understand why Yu Qingtan would suddenly betray her promise.
Unable to speak, all she could do was transform her gaze—filled with fright and confusion—into one of pity and pleading, hoping Yu Qingtan would spare her life.
