Chương 790: The Art of Framing

Qing Lingyan and Aunt Yi were standing outside the Golden Pill Sect, their faces pale. There were still traces of blood on their lips, as they had fled desperately using every last bit of strength they had. They knew that once the array broke, the Golden Pill Sect's people would immediately appear. If they did not escape quickly, what awaited them was surely their demise. In their current situation, even the juniors like Su Yanhua and the other disciples could easily kill them. Hence, the second they woke up, they escaped the Golden Pill Sect as fast as they could.

They were now far away from the territory of the Golden Pill Sect, and seeing that no one was coming after them, the two of them stopped to catch their breath.

"Do you have any idea what you were doing just now? You almost got us killed!" Qing Lingyan shouted at Aunt Yi, only now regaining her sense from the terror earlier.

"If I hadn't done that, could you have killed her?" Aunt Yi retorted angrily.