Chapter 1082: Looking for Jiang Muwan's News

Yun Qingyao's panting gradually subsided, replaced by even breathing sounds.

She curled up in Ye Tianming's arms like a kitten, her fair skin still showing the blush from lovemaking, making her even more charming.

Ye Tianming gently held the person in his arms, his eyes still burning.

If he wasn't afraid that she couldn't bear it, he really didn't want to stop.

"Tianming, you broke Si Sheng's arm. After all, he is the deputy leader of the Shinto Sect. You should not leave the Jinguang Palace in the next few days."

Yun Qingyao snorted softly, pressing herself against his chest in a messy manner, her voice carrying a hint of lazy concern.

Ye Tianming kissed her forehead: "It's just a Shinto sect. I have given them face. If they do, they will know what's good for them."

As he spoke, he pressed down on the person in his arms again.

The sweet humming sound spread across the room, playing a new round of music...

At the same time, inside the main hall of Shinto Sect.

The atmosphere was so heavy that water seemed to drip out of it.

Si Sheng covered his severed arm, which had already been treated, his eyes filled with resentment and hatred.

He looked at Meng Zhengfeng, the leader of the Shinto Sect, who was standing with his hands behind his back in the center of the hall. His face was distorted and full of desire for blood. He pleaded loudly, "Master, the Jinguang Palace is going too far! Not only did Ye Tianming hurt me, he also insulted us in the Shinto Sect by saying that we are all incompetent, and he even insulted you as the most incompetent!"

"I argued with him and he cut off my arm!"

"Master, our Shinto sect is a well-known sect in the provincial capital. How can we be humiliated and trampled on like this?"

"Hurry up and give the order. Use all the power of the sect to destroy the Jinguang Palace!"

Meng Zhengfeng turned around abruptly when he heard this.

"Who are you talking about? Jinguang Palace?"

Si Sheng paused, then answered again with certainty: "Yes! I beg the Sect Master to personally take action to wash away this shame!"

"boom!"

Meng Zhengfeng snorted coldly and suddenly slapped out from the air.

Si Sheng was caught off guard and spit out blood again. His body flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground.

He was full of surprise and confusion. When he looked up, he saw Palace Master Meng Zhengfeng warning him with cold eyes: "Don't think I don't know. It was you who led people to the Jinguang Palace to cause trouble and provoked first. Now you are asking me to use all my strength to avenge you. You can afford to lose face, but I can't!"

"If you dare to cause trouble in Jinguang Palace again next time, you don't have to come back!"

Si Sheng struggled to get up, feeling severe pain in his chest.

He reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the respect in the depths of his eyes disappeared, replaced by cold resentment.

He lowered his head, suppressed the hatred in his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Yes, I was reckless, please forgive me, Sect Master."

Meng Zhengfeng snorted coldly, swung his sleeves, turned his back to him, stood with his hands behind his back and said, "Go down and take good care of your injuries. Remember, don't cause any more trouble."

"Yes……"

Si Sheng bowed and retreated, each step feeling like he was walking on the edge of a knife.

He lowered his head, no longer able to suppress the anger and hatred boiling in his chest.

"Meng Zhengfeng! You are just relying on your position as the sect leader, yet you dare to humiliate me like this?! You deserve to die!"

"Just wait, it won't be long before you no longer have the qualifications! When that happens, I will trample you under my feet and torture you slowly!"

His eyes were sinister, like a poisonous snake.

Only after he retreated to the door did he turn around, his eyes flashing with hatred.

"And Yun Qingyao! When I become the new sect leader, I will start with you first! I will make you suffer under me, wishing you could neither live nor die!"

Before he knew it, he had retreated to the entrance of the hall.

At this moment, Meng Zhengfeng suddenly spoke.

"and many more!"

Si Sheng was stunned, and Meng Zhengfeng saw some of the unwillingness in his eyes.

However, Meng Zhengfeng did not get angry again. His expression became more solemn: "Si Sheng, Jin Guang Palace is quite powerful and was one of the seven major sects in the last session. Remember not to provoke or offend them in private! Our two sects are competitors. Even if there is anything, we must put it on the sect conference and defeat them fairly. Do you understand?"

Si Sheng mechanically raised his hand, gritted his teeth secretly, and replied perfunctorily: "Yes."

Having said that, he left the hall without looking back.

Meng Zhengfeng looked at Si Sheng's back and shook his head gently, "Oh! I hope you can listen to my advice!"

……

The bedroom in the main hall of Jinguan Palace.

The afternoon sun was bright, shining on the faces of men and women.

Yun Qingyao curled up in Ye Tianming's arms like a sated kitten, her fingers gently tracing the scars on his chest.

Although the fierce battle just now made her happy and satisfied, she was more frightened.

Because Ye Tianming's body was covered with scars of this kind, new wounds piled on top of old ones.

Last night she thought it was muscle.

It was not until this morning that she realized that those were clearly the injuries Ye Tianming had suffered during the period of separation.

"Does it hurt?" Yun Qingyao's voice was choked with sobs and her eyes were slightly red.

She was filled with remorse.

I shouldn't have separated from Tianming in the first place.

If she had stayed with him all the time, would she have been able to fight alongside him?

Wouldn't he have been injured so much?

Ye Tianming looked down at the beauty in his arms, his eyes gentle and calm. He smiled and scratched Yun Qingyao's tall, jade-like nose, and chuckled, "Silly boy, this little injury is nothing."

"But...if I could be by your side..." Yun Qingyao's eyelashes trembled, her eyes full of heartache.

Ye Tianming reached out and hugged her tightly, gently stroking the top of her head with his chin, and comforted her softly: "If love is long-lasting, it doesn't matter if we are together day and night. You have me in your heart, and I have you in my heart, that's enough. Am I not fine now?"

Yun Qingyao raised her head, looked at him with tearful eyes, and finally nodded heavily.

The two of them snuggled together for a long time, and Ye Tianming couldn't help but think of that beautiful figure again.

I don’t know where Mu Wan went?

Perhaps sensing Ye Tianming's mood, Yun Qingyao hesitated for a moment, but still asked: "Tianming, you and Jiang Muwan..."

Although she is Ye Tianming's woman, she also knows that Jiang Muwan is an irreplaceable person in Ye Tianming's heart.

She was also genuinely worried about Jiang Muwan.

Hearing this name, the smile on Ye Tianming's face gradually disappeared, replaced by a hint of bitterness.

He sighed and said, "Mu Wan came to the provincial capital by herself before, and there has been no news since then. One of the reasons for my coming this time is to find her."

Yun Qingyao's heart tightened, and she couldn't help but worry about Jiang Muwan's safety.

She thought about it and suggested, "How about I send someone to check it out? Although the provincial capital is big, as long as she is still there, we can always find some clues."

Ye Tianming nodded: "Okay. Thank you for your help then."

"What trouble are you talking about? Do we need to be so polite between you and me?" Yun Qingyao gave him a reproachful look, then stood up and gave orders, asking people to make every effort to find Jiang Muwan's whereabouts.

Soon, the intelligence network of the Jinguan Palace was put into operation quickly, like a large net cast out, and began to search the streets and alleys of the provincial capital.