The Demon Lord Relied on His Imagination to Get Together with the Protagonist. - Chapter 41.3

Chapter 41.3

While they were noisily having fun, Cen Letian’s side was on tenterhooks. The disciples of the Xianning Sect finally managed to find out about the existence of the invitation letter and acquired a few copies, allowing a few of the highest-cultivated disciples to enter the Meridian Gate to rescue Immortal Master Fu Luan.

The leader was naturally Cen Letian.

He rushed into the Meridian Gate in a flurry. Because everyone was in a great hurry, they all used their swords to fly, thus avoiding the prison fire at the entrance and not accidentally stepping into it.

They sped along the broadest street toward the front…

In the deepest part, a sedan chair was indeed parked. By its style, it was the one their Master had entered.

Everyone put away their swords and landed.

Cen Letian knelt down in front of the sedan chair with a “plop,” partly out of self-reproach and guilt, and partly because he was so worried and afraid that his legs were too weak to hold him up.

Cen Letian’s voice trembled as he said: “Master, this disciple is late. Are you alright?”

The person inside the sedan chair did not speak.

“Please don’t be angry…”

Halfway through his apology, Cen Letian suddenly realized something. He suddenly stood up and fiercely lifted the sedan chair curtain—

She’s fine. His Master was sitting right inside.

It wasn’t empty.

He was on the verge of becoming paranoid and scaring himself sick.

“This disciple was presumptuous. It’s good that you are alright.”

Although Cen Letian said this, he dared not trust anyone. He didn’t even dare to trust himself completely now. He even suspected that the Master in front of him was also fake.

“This disciple… may I look at you again?”

Cen Letian entered the sedan chair and, with a trembling hand, lifted the bride’s veil.

Beneath the veil, the phoenix coronet shone brightly.

His Master’s slender brows were slightly furrowed with a hint of sorrow, and her long, beautiful eyes seemed to hold a profound, emotional intensity.

Cen Letian had never in his life seen his Master display such an affectionate look. His Master was cultivating the path of heartlessness! Anyone in the world could have an affectionate gaze, but she could not!

Perhaps the sight of the dazzling wedding gown had tricked his eyes, making him see things.

After confirming that he had not mistaken the person, Cen Letian quickly bowed and tried to flee with his disciples.

At this moment, the person in the sedan chair spoke in Fu Luan’s identical voice: “I cannot move. Quick, take me away.”

Cen Letian: “Yes!”

Unbeknownst to him, half an incense stick earlier, Tong Siqing and her group had already taken the real Immortal Master Fu Luan out.

At this moment, the person in the sedan chair withdrew the affectionate gaze. Her eyes were icy, not looking like a living being’s.

She had thought it was someone else who had come.

She was full of anticipation, but no one came for her. She could only go look for them herself.

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