After making her deration, Sara swung the long sword in her left hand, channeling her formidable zhenqi. With all her strength, she aimed a powerful sh at the stone wall! The sh sent sparks flying, and with a resounding bang, Sara barely had time to react before she felt a jolt in her left hand. The immense force knocked the long sword—gripped tightly as if in a tiger’s maw—out of her grasp once more!


    The rebound from the stone wall was just as strong as the initial impact, causing Sara’s expression to shift drastically to one of fear and disbelief.


    While she understood that a formation could be immensely powerful, she was baffled by the fact that this formation had clearly exhausted a significant amount of energy during the first rebound. Why, then, was the strength of the second rebound unchanged? Such a scenario left her unable to fathom just how potent the spiritual energy within this formation truly was.


    Feeling a mix of shock and anger, Sara couldn’t shake the feeling of being deceived and humiliated by the formation left behind by her master, Meng Changsheng (Willie).


    With gritted teeth, she shouted, “Did you create such a powerful formation just to guard against me? I am your apprentice! Three hundred years ago, as you approached your end, why did you pass on your lifelong teachings and magical artifacts to me? We always talk about waiting for Sheng Longge, but where is he? And even if he were to appear, you’ve never met him—why would you leave all your treasures to him? What’s wrong with me, Sara?!”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Her furious outburst was primarily an expression of her pent-up resentment. However, just as she finished speaking, a deep, authoritative voice echoed through the cave, startling her to her core: “Evil disciple, I told you not to return to Shiwandashan! What brings you back here?!”


    This voice sent a chill down Sara’s spine!<fn7697> Follow current nov?ls on find?novel</fn7697>


    She recognized it instantly; it belonged to her master, Meng Changsheng (Willie).


    In that moment, her mind seemed to short-circuit. After a brief pause, she regained herposure, kneeling on the ground with a thud. Fearful, she replied, “Master, disciple… I didn’t mean to disobey. It’s been so long since Ist came to pay my respects. I only intended to honor you and never meant any offense…”


    With that, Sara began to respond cautiously to the voice.


    Her previous statement was both a cover and a test.


    By mentioning her intent to pay homage, she sought to gauge the voice’s reaction.


    Even though she was now certain the voice belonged to her master, she was still uncertain whether it originated from the formation or from reality.


    If it was from the formation, it would suggest that her master anticipated her return before his time was up and had set a challenge to deter her. However, if the voice was real, it would mean that her master was still alive, which would be a dire revtion.


    Thus, she chose her words carefully, hoping to discern the truth from the response she would receive.


    If the voice acknowledged her worship, it might indicate that the first scenario was more usible. Conversely, if it bluntly rejected her, it would confirm that her master was indeed still living.


    As Sara remained on high alert, she silently awaited the response with bated breath.


    Then, the voice spoke coldly, “For the sake of our bond as teacher and apprentice, I will not make things difficult for you today. But remember, do not return to Shiwandashan again for the rest of your life!”