Suddenly, a figure slowly approached from the side.

The person wore a black robe and cloak, like a specter in the night, walking straight toward the two of them.

The night wind lifted a corner of the cloak, revealing the black hem of a skirt.

The two of them froze, their gazes instantly hardening.

This person was not from the Mo Family!

Under normal circumstances, the two would have stopped to investigate, but the situation was critical. They had to help Mo Wentian first.

If anything happened to Mo Wentian, their good days would be over.

The two turned and flew toward the array again.

Suddenly, a terrifying aura erupted. The two, who had just taken flight, abruptly plummeted toward the ground.

Greatly shocked, they looked up to find the figure had already appeared before them.

They caught a glimpse of a perfect jawline before it was quickly obscured again by the cloak’s gauzy veil.

This person... this person was a Divinity Transformation cultivator!!

The two were utterly horrified. Where had Mo Rou found a Divinity Transformation cultivator to help her?

Mo Rou and Mo Wentian were constantly at odds. Even the Mo Family’s Divinity Transformation Ancestor was unwilling to intervene, remaining in deep seclusion. An outsider would never dare to meddle in the Mo Family’s internal affairs.

Yet this person dared to appear here so openly.

Mo Wentian’s sudden injury must have been their handiwork as well.

"Who... who are you?"

One of them asked, his voice trembling.

"Why are you helping Mo Rou?"

They had schemed and struggled to get to this point, on the very brink of victory, only for someone to throw a wrench in their plans.

They tried to counterattack but found themselves utterly suppressed. They could barely even stand, let alone fight back.

Hearing the question, Song Wanning lowered her head slightly and let out a soft chuckle.

"Who I am isn’t important. What’s important is that Mo Wentian must die."

She turned to look at the array, a glint flashing in the depths of her eyes.

"You’d better think carefully about whether you want to die with him, or live."

With that, she withdrew the pressure unique to the Divinity Transformation Stage, and the two were free once more.

Yet they felt no joy, only worry and anxiety as their brows furrowed.

The two flew high into the air. Gazing down at the hard-pressed Mo Wentian, they should have intervened at once, but in that instant, they hesitated.

"What are you gawking at? Get down here and help!!"

Seeing the two finally arrive, Mo Wentian felt a wave of relief.

’With their help, escaping shouldn’t be a problem! Once I recover and return, that bitch Mo Rou is dead!’

Mo Wentian thought with confidence, even as he struggled to retaliate. His body was already covered in injuries, and he had been cornered by the others with no way out.

However, the scene he imagined failed to materialize. The two remained in mid-air, seemingly hesitant.

"What do you think you’re doing?!!!"

Mo Wentian roared. Were these two thinking of deserting him?

Did they even know what they were doing?

Just then, a figure gradually ascended into the sky.

A light breeze lifted the cloak’s hood, and Mo Wentian’s eyes fell upon a face that was unfamiliar, yet stunningly beautiful.

He froze, having clearly never seen Song Wanning before.

But he instantly connected her to the situation, his expression twisting into a ferocious snarl. "You’re the one behind this?"

He had barely voiced his accusation when Mo Rou’s whip lashed his body.

PFFT—

The whip, suffused with a potent Metal-attribute aura, sent him flying.

The others charged forward, giving him no chance to catch his breath.

Mo Wentian was so furious he felt he might explode. He cursed the fact that he’d been ambushed; otherwise, how could he have been forced into such a passive position?

"AHHH—"

With a furious roar, he launched another frenzied counterattack against them.

Already hot-tempered and quick to anger, he had now all but lost his mind.

Song Wanning stood in mid-air, watching it all with indifference.

’In my previous life, when the Song Family was under siege, Song Qingyun had tried to explain.’

’But Mo Wentian had cut him off impatiently, his face filled with contempt. "Why bother with all this nonsense?"’

’"Just kill them all!"’

Song Wanning closed her eyes. No matter how much time had passed, she could never forget the bloody scenes, or the hideous expressions on those people’s faces.

’In my memory, they only grow clearer.’

’Even faces I didn’t notice at the time have grown more distinct over the years.’ 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

’I was a poor judge of character; my death was my own doing.’

’But the people of the Song Family were innocent.’

’The hatred will never fade.’

’Only when every last one of them is gone will the spirits of the Song Family rest in peace!’

When she opened her eyes again, killing intent billowed from her.

The surrounding air churned wildly in response.

A cold night wind began to blow, and everyone instinctively hugged their arms against the biting chill.

Song Wanning glanced at the two men at her side, who instantly felt as if they were being stared down by death itself.

Every hair on their bodies stood on end.

"Have you decided?"

Her voice, though light, sent a shiver down their spines.

"Smart people know what choice to make in this situation," she added.

"Isn’t that right? Heh..."

Song Wanning chuckled under her breath, a sound that made their skin crawl.

They exchanged a look, and the hesitation in their eyes was instantly replaced by resolve.

’Since we have no choice, we might as well minimize our own losses.’

And so, the two flew down toward the array.

Seeing them finally descend, the tension in Mo Wentian’s heart eased slightly.

Mo Rou and her group, however, looked grim. They had been on the verge of finishing off Mo Wentian, only for two new obstacles to appear. What a nuisance.

Just as they were about to attack the pair, the unexpected happened—the two men joined forces and attacked Mo Wentian.

This move stunned Mo Rou and her three companions.

Mo Wentian was so shocked his pupils dilated. He was struck by the two of them and sent flying back more than ten meters, coughing up blood.

"You... you—you dare to betray me?!!!"

He could never have imagined that at this critical juncture, the men he trusted most would choose to betray him and strike a lethal blow.

How well had he treated them in the past?

And they betrayed him!

For the ever-confident Mo Wentian, it was like being struck by lightning. He simply couldn’t accept it.

The two felt a pang of guilt at his accusation.

But they didn’t want to die.

"A fine bird chooses a tree to roost in. We had no other choice. After all, your actions go against the will of the old Family Head!"

"That’s right! We were only helping you keep the Family Head on her toes! We never actually wanted to seize the Family Head’s position!"

Each with their own agenda, the two spouted utter nonsense.

Mo Wentian was a lost cause now. With that powerhouse present, there was no way he’d leave here alive.

If they insisted on helping him, they’d just be signing their own death warrants.

Switching sides at the last minute would at least let them live. The worst that could happen was being exiled from the Mo Family’s center of power.

They had all struggled so hard to reach the Nascent Soul Stage; who would throw their lives away so casually for someone else?

The two of them could still weigh their priorities clearly.

"You— PFFT—"

Mo Wentian was so enraged by their shameless words that his face turned crimson, and he spat a great mouthful of blood toward the sky.