Behind her, standing on either side were Di Wu Chuan and Sikong Shan, two masters who had long been renowned in The Imperial Capital Feng Shui Divination Circle.
Luo Ziqiu’s hand trembled, and his phone fell to the ground.
Facing the girl’s calm and unruffled gaze, his spine instantly tightened, and his body became rigid.
All of Luo Ziqiu’s understanding of Ying Zijin came from the internet.
She was so famous that she was known everywhere the internet could reach globally.
But the halo shrouding her was mostly as the Executive Director’s Wife of the Venus Group and a genius student at Imperial Capital University.
She had absolutely no connection with their Mystical Sect.
Their Mystical Sect had always looked down somewhat on the secular people.
However, it could not be denied that Ying Zijin was truly perfect.
It’s just that she was too far removed from his world, beyond even his wildest dreams.
But now?
Luo Ziqiu recalled what Luo Xiu had said earlier, and his whole body turned cold.
Master Ying?!
"Dear nephew, why are you in a daze?" The Patriarch Gu, who hadn’t heard the phone’s content, had a stern expression, his gaze icy, "The Di Wu Family bound my daughter for no reason; shouldn’t they give an explanation?"
"Don’t think that just because this is the Imperial Capital, you can disregard the Mystical Sect’s rules!"
The Mystical Sect is also a general term for the Feng Shui Divination World, signifying a profound and mysterious realm.
The rules of the Mystical Sect were only gradually established during the Tang Dynasty.
One of them is that disciples of the Mystical Sect must never kill each other.
Patriarch Gu didn’t even look at Ying Zijin, he strode in and sneered coldly, "Di Wu Chuan, you are old, your lifespan is no more than three years, the future Mystical Sect will belong to my Gu Family and the Luo Family, what arrogance do you have here?"
"Release Hongxiu at once, and apologize to my Gu Family."
Luo Ziqiu suddenly snapped out of it, hurriedly trying to stop him: "Uncle Gu, don’t—"
Before the words were finished, the Patriarch Gu suddenly let out a miserable cry.
It was as if something invisible hit his nose with great force, and unable to hold back, Patriarch Gu fell straight to the ground.
Ying Zijin flexed her wrist, withdrew her Inner Strength, and said indifferently, "Noisy."
Luo Ziqiu broke out in more cold sweat.
This Master Ying is also an ancient martial artist?!
"What are you standing there for?" Sikong Shan rolled his eyes, "Aren’t you going to carry your family patriarch inside?"
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