?Phone reading Zhou Mushu was puzzled—where had Shasha gone? Eighty Electronic Book (txt02.com) She surveyed the filming location, and Genji Kiyoko asked, "Mushu, what are you looking for?" "Where's Shasha?" she replied. Genji Kiyoko furrowed her brows, "Indeed, I remember she was here just a moment ago. Maybe she went to the restroom… cough, no, that can't be!" Isabella is a high-level vampire, with bodily functions vastly different from ordinary people. As long as she wishes, she can go days without eating or using the restroom—without any adverse effects. Last night, Qin Feng had called to say someone might be untrustworthy, so he asked Isabella to protect them. Since then, the three women have stayed together, and even during filming, Shasha has always been close by. "Perhaps," Genji Kiyoko said solemnly, "someone untrustworthy has appeared." Zhou Musi nodded. "It's possible. I think we should be a bit cautious!" In a small grove outside the film and television studio, Isabella, dressed in a white dress, furrowed her brows, staring intently at a particular direction. Just a few minutes ago, she had promptly come to investigate upon sensing the approach of a cultivator. Far away in the grassy area, Ma Yinghong lay flat on the ground, looking rather ungraceful, murmuring softly, "Can this really happen? I just arrived and was spotted. Why is her aura so unusual—it doesn't seem like something a cultivator should have!" The elegant instructor calmly produced a silver handgun, not concerned about being seen—after all, this was a filming location, and even real guns would be treated as props. Pff— The bullet, fired from a silenced barrel, struck precisely past Ma Yinghong's scalp, sending a few strands of hair drifting down. Though he wasn't afraid of such an attack, he still jumped with surprise—someone could hit so accurately from such a distance. Indeed, the opponent wasn't exactly easy to deal with. In truth, he felt rather pitiful. After all, he had finally become the leader, yet no junior staff members were willing to follow his lead. As a result, tasks like verification, investigation, and tracking had to be handled entirely by him alone. Master Jinlong must have thought his apprentice had grown capable enough to no longer need his constant supervision, so he had readily returned to the sect. Yet, the way he looked at him as he left didn't seem at all encouraging. Since he had now been discovered, there was no point in continuing to hide. He believed it was time to find out more about the other party. Stepping out of his hiding place, as the distance closed, he finally caught a clear view of Isabella's features—and she turned out to be a foreigner. He had never heard of foreigners being able to cultivate qi. So, she must not be a cultivator. If she wasn't a cultivator, then why was she involved in the cultivators' affairs? When they were twenty meters apart, Isabella spoke first: "I advise you not to plot anything against me, or you'll meet a terrible end!" Ma Yinghong was momentarily stunned, then coldly replied, "Foreigner, this is the Chinese nation—how can you still act so arrogantly? If you wish to survive, step aside and make room. Otherwise, you'll face the entire cultivation world!" Clearly, at his current level, he had no idea of the exact identity of the beautiful officer. "Really?" Isabella gave him a thoughtful look and said, "You're still so confident about representing the entire cultivation world—can you really speak for them? Has the Chinese cultivation world truly lost all its strength? Have they sent someone of such a low rank, with such bold claims?" Ma Yinghong immediately flushed with embarrassment. He had expected to impress and calm her with just a few words, only to find that she had already recognized his level. Most unfortunate of all, he had no idea just how strong she truly was. If it weren't for the face he'd have to maintain in the immortal cultivation circles, he would have definitely turned and fled right then. "This is your last chance," Isabella said coldly, assuming a fighting stance. "Leave my sight immediately and don't come within five kilometers." He himself couldn't recall how he had managed to retreat so humbly—between face and life, he'd naturally choose survival without hesitation. Back at a location some fifteen kilometers away, a group of renowned peers immediately gathered around, inquiring about the situation. Yet this didn't bring him any warmth; on the contrary, he found it deeply irritating. He slumped his shoulders and grumbled, "We've encountered resistance. We haven't even reached the girlfriend of Qin Feng when we were blocked by a very capable foreign woman!" "A foreign woman." Everyone expressed disdain, never having considered the foreign races particularly formidable. Over thousands of years of invasions, each time the foreign forces had ended in a resounding victory for the cultivation realm—so over time, the foreign origins had become mere afterthoughts. To be intimidated by a single foreigner was a significant blow to Ma Yinghong's reputation; many regretted having chosen him as their leader. Indeed, what kind of people were these? They were the very ones who stepped into the fire to bear the blame—yet still, they fell short of satisfaction. "That woman is quite strange," Ma Yinghong stammered, "she appears extremely powerful, and I'm certain I won't be able to match her." One of the cultivators asked, "In what way is she strange?" As he recalled, he said, "I can't meet her gaze because I see death within her eyes!" Another cultivator analyzed, "A foreign woman with eyes full of death—my judgment is that she belongs to the bloodline or the spirit-king race. Here, in the Chinese heartland, what should there be to fear?" "Ma Yinghong was nearly crying: 'Of course you don't have to worry when your power is strong—my strength is not enough. As soon as things get heated, I'll be dead!' 'Pathetic,' said the third companion, stepping forward with a sense of duty. 'I'll go meet her. This little foreigner dares to thrive even in the heart of our great Chinese nation!' 'I'll go too!' 'So will I!' '...' With their numbers in their favor, everyone was eager to step up, and Ma Yinghong felt his face grow red, as if he were the only one showing any hesitation. "Qingzi also came over. She's one of the few ordinary people in the family, and she hasn't yet completed the final step with Qin's younger brother, so she's more concerned. "With me here, those people won't dare do anything," Sha Sha said. "At the worst, they might go in for a little show of force—like killing a chicken to warn the others. Still, I think we should be a bit more cautious. If things don't go well, we can call Xiao Feng over for help, or even hide somewhere!" "Hmm."