Sui Yi’s arrival brought a fresh aura to the whole Song Family.

Song Shidao and Song Yuzhi were the most familiar with Sui Yi, so the Song Family naturally entrusted them with hospitality duties. As for the eldest sons and others, they were busy with important military affairs and couldn’t return in time. Otherwise, the military would be leaderless, and given the current situation, the Song Family would be even more precarious.

Song Shidao did not bother with formalities with Sui Yi, and straightforwardly led him into the innermost forbidden area of the ancestral home.

"Before father fell unconscious, he mentioned that if teacher, you returned from the Western Regions and visited our Song Family, you could be open about everything, without concealing anything."

Song Shidao spoke in a heavy tone, cautiously saying when no one was around: "Teacher, shortly after you left for the Western Regions, father awaited the Dongying people, while also engaging in strenuous cultivation, yet unexpectedly was poisoned. We were unable to determine what kind of toxin it was. Even father’s profound skills could only suppress it for a day. After hastily arranging affairs, he fell into a coma and hasn’t woken up since..."

While speaking, Song Shidao led Sui Yi to the residence where Song Que lived alone.

The door opened.

Song Que lay inside.

His appearance remained unchanged, but he was asleep.

To Song Shidao, it appeared normal, but to Sui Yi, it seemed odd.

As soon as she entered, she felt the absence of a chilling aura; Magnetic Sensation activated, glancing over Song Que.... a turquoise mist enveloped him.

What this turquoise aura was, Sui Yi couldn’t ascertain and could only step forward to investigate....

"Wait at the door..."

At Sui Yi’s words, Song Shidao, although puzzled, obediently complied. In fact, their own people had long thought the room felt chilly... they had changed several rooms, all the same, likely confirming the troubles with their father.

Nonetheless, their deep respect and filial loyalty for Song Que differentiated them from other clans embroiled in internal strife, with no thoughts of facing calamity alone, nor viewing Song Que as a cursed blade possessed by evil spirits; Song Shidao and his siblings normally came and went....

Sui Yi glanced at Song Shidao, using Magnetic Sensation to examine closely, discovering a bit of turquoise mist on him as well, hidden between his brows.

Sui Yi calmly left Song Shidao outside the door, approaching Song Que.

As for Song Que, despite his usually cold and domineering temperament, he was truly a rare man on earth, and couldn’t bear to witness wickedness.

It was for this reason Sui Yi felt he was worthy of friendship.

Yet, such a broad-minded man lay silently on the bed now, his brows dark, as though a turquoise aura lingered around his face, twisting as Sui Yi silently watched, seeming to morph into a serpent face, eerily staring at Sui Yi.

Their gazes met.

The sacred Heavenly Cluster Cloud Sword, sourced from Yamata no Orochi’s tail...

Sui Yi’s eyes slightly focused, her left hand extended, swiftly forming hand seals in the air; the doorkeeper, Song Shidao, was curious, as Sui Yi made no effort to conceal, he craned his neck to witness the shadow of Sui Yi’s hand creating an octagonal magic light spiral seal....

"Witch Suppressing Seal: Exorcism"

Hum! The Witch Seal spun and floated above Song Que’s brow, beneath Sui Yi’s palm, the rotating Witch Seal emitted light, reflecting on Song Que’s face, revealing dense turquoise mist, seemingly more...

Song Shidao wished to see more, but found the curtain before him swayed suddenly, obscuring the view...

Sui Yi coldly observed the turquoise serpent face illuminated by the rotating Witch Seal, which seemed to see power within Sui Yi’s indifference, thus twisted and began to spread downward....

As it spread, Sui Yi manipulated the Witch Seal downward, purging the turquoise aura from the places illuminated, swiftly gathering all the turquoise mist at Song Que’s abdomen.

Is this sufficient?

Wham!

The turquoise serpent face suddenly darted from the abdomen, aggressively striking the Witch Seal!

A crisp sound startled Song Shidao outside the door.

Golden and dark green light shone from within the curtain, and momentarily, the light faded.

The reality inside....

The Witch Seal wasn’t broken!

Instead, as Sui Yi turned her palm, it transformed into a chain, binding the turquoise serpent face, the power of Cangwu in her palm rotating, Cangwu, absorb!

Hiss hiss hiss!

All the turquoise mist morphed into that serpent face, forcibly pulled from Song Que’s abdomen...

The serpent face hissed, full of resentment and reluctance.