Bai Xichu curled her lip slightly as she watched Hong Luan and Ye Yu acting all clingy.
“Are you sure she’s really drunk? Still so quick with her movements — if you ask me, she’s just pretending to be drunk!”
Indeed, Bai Xichu was still annoyed by the earlier remark.
“Annoying witch?”
That title was pretty rude!
Zhang Baijiu and Sun Zhiqiu, however, were filled with terror.
They could clearly feel that terrifying pressure radiating from Ye Yu — it made them unable to raise their heads.
At that moment they realized they’d run into a hard nut.
Running was impossible; even the outer layer of the formation’s barrier was enough to make anyone despair.
Not to mention there was a powerhouse here on par with a Great Elder.
If they wanted to survive, their only hope was to pin it on the Three Corpses Hall.
Zhang Baijiu immediately dropped to one knee and said in a deep voice, “We two are pack-carriers of the Three Corps Hall. Please, exalted immortal, show mercy and spare our lives. One day the Three Corps Hall will repay this kindness!”
Only then did Ye Yu clear from his choking silence.
There were still outsiders here — being overly intimate was truly inappropriate.
He forced himself free of Hong Luan’s hold and looked to Zheng Nanxiu, asking her to repeat what she had not yet finished saying.
Zheng Nanxiu did not refuse. She promptly told everything she had just seen.
Zhang Baijiu and Sun Zhiqiu were about to protest when two swordlights instantly felled them.
Ye Yu had controlled his power and deliberately not severed their souls.
He grabbed them and began reading the two pack-carriers’ memories.
After all, Ye Yu did not trust their lies.
Zheng Nanxiu’s cultivation was still shallow, and the sect now had no real foundation — there was no way she could have struck pack-carriers from the ascendant Three Corps Hall. So Ye Yu wanted to see why these men had fabricated a story to stir trouble.
Within mere breaths, Ye Yu had read all of Zhang Baijiu’s and Sun Zhiqiu’s memories.
He then looked east.
Ban Xia and Bai Xichu asked curiously, “What is it? Is something wrong?”
“Nothing — just someone who came looking for death.”
Before their words had fallen, Ye Yu had already disappeared from where he stood.
On the other side, Chu Jiaolin was rushing rapidly toward the Three Corps Hall.
When he saw in the water-moon mirror that Zhang Baijiu and Sun Zhiqiu had been killed, he immediately started to flee.
He hadn’t expected that in the end he’d have stirred up Ye Yu.
Although Chu Jiaolin had little direct connection with Ye Yu, he’d heard some things.
The reason Hall Lord Mo Tianjun cultivated a good relationship with the obscure Wuwei Tower was precisely because of this immortal named Ye Yu.
He had even specially selected a beautiful woman from the Three Corps Hall and sent her over.
Who had been sent, Chu Jiaolin did not know.
From the Hall Lord’s attitude toward Ye Yu, one could tell a great deal.
So Chu Jiaolin planned to return and report immediately, letting Mo Tianjun decide what to do.

The Hall Lord had arrived faster than he’d thought!

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