Before they set out, Hanyuexi rose to her feet, watching Ye Yu’s retreating figure, her expression halting as if she had something to say.
Her awkward hesitation was worlds apart from her earlier iciness.
Ye Yu, curious, immediately asked, “What’s wrong? Do you have something on your mind?”
“I... nothing!”
Hanyuexi shook her head slightly, swallowing the words on her lips.
Honestly, she had just been considering whether to ask Ye Yu, once they met the God of Balance, not to reveal anything about her younger brother.
Of course, such a request would be asking too much. Strictly speaking, she and Ye Yu were mere acquaintances—barely even friends—and had met only a handful of times.
Yet this reunion, prompted by her own selfishness, had led Lu Yuan to fixate on Ye Yu as well.
That filled Hanyuexi with guilt, which was why she had confided so much to him. And now Ye Yu was willing to set aside past grievances and escort her to seek refuge.
Such magnanimity made her ashamed even to voice her plea. It was inherently difficult to broach.
Moreover, promises made with the tongue could not be trusted. If Ye Yu truly bore her no ill will, her request would seem a cruel weapon; if he harbored hidden thoughts, it would be useless.
In the end, she let it go.
Hanyuexi knew Han Qianzhang’s situation could not be concealed forever. Even if Ye Yu remained silent, when the Taoist underworld master Lu Yuan ascended the Balance City, the matter might yet be revealed.
So she resolved to leave everything to fate.
Noticing Hanyuexi’s conflicted expression, Ye Yu understood immediately. “Don’t worry. I won’t say more about Han Qianzhang.”
At those words, Hanyuexi was deeply moved. She replied earnestly, “Thank you. I will repay your kindness someday.”
Ye Yu smiled and waved his hand. Not wishing to delay further, he swiftly led Hanyuexi toward Balance City.
He had encountered countless geniuses in the mortal realm—heaven’s chosen and triumphant protagonists bearing grand destinies, even filial grandchildren. After hearing Han Qianzhang’s story, he was slightly moved but not much. A genius teetering on the brink of madness? He could wait until he actually went mad. Besides, his cultivation speed was negligible compared to Ye Yu’s. Who was the real genius was clear at a glance.
Helping Hanyuexi was just a casual gesture—and it yielded a peak Golden God Realm friendship and the road’s protection. Why not?
That openness was why Ye Yu seemed so carefree.
Although they traveled quickly, they had entirely underestimated Lu Yuan’s resolve to find Han Qianzhang.
Once he locked onto their position, ten thousand li away, Lu Yuan revealed a bloodthirsty smile. His form dissolved into countless ghostly creatures that dispersed completely.
Meanwhile, inside Balance City, Yinghuo was ranting in fury.



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