Purple and Qing (1)

At that moment, in the imperial city, in the courtyard specially opened for Zi Xuan in Ning Yan's residence.

Zi Xuan was struggling.

She sat there cross-legged, and the ground around her revealed complex runes, forming a seal that bound her body.

Those runes were formed by soul threads.

These soul threads erupted the moment the ancestral worship started, causing Zi Xuan to be unable to leave.

In a residence not far away from here, Erniu was also sitting cross-legged and struggling. The veins on his face bulged and his eyes were bloodshot.

There was also a seal binding him.

It wasn't formed from soul threads, but an arrangement by Old Master Seventh.

"Old man, you old codger, you actually plotted against me and sealed me here. I'm going to rebel against the sect!!"

Erniu shouted while struggling with all his might.

Outside, the wind from the nine hells blew past the human capital.