Long Chen’s shout was full of killing intent. The three monastery heads who had led Long Chen to this room all jumped.

Long Chen’s killing intent was absolutely terrifying. It was berserk and icy. They felt like the tips of millions of blades were pointed toward them, and with a single thought, those blades would pierce their bodies.

“I… I don’t know…” said the maid. She was pale. With her Xiantian cultivation base, in front of the current Long Chen, even just speaking was extremely difficult.

“Monastery head Shui Qingfeng was in charge of it. Could it be…” muttered one of the three monastery heads.

“Bring that idiot over,” said Long Chen icily. One of the monastery heads obediently ran off.

Long Chen put aside the bowl of medicine and gently placed a medicinal pill into Shui Wuhen’s mouth.

Her face had lost all signs of life right now. Wrinkles she had never possessed had appeared.

“Let me!” Meng Qi gently pressed her hand over Shui Wuhen’s forehead. Her Spiritual Strength carefully entered her body.

Shui Wuhen’s Spiritual Strength had been essentially exhausted now....