“Weren’t you planning to leave? Why /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ aren’t you going now? Are you waiting for some result?”
Zhu Xincheng’s lips curved into a teasing smile.
“I hadn’t gone far before you two started fighting. Naturally, I wanted to see how it would turn out. But tell me—how did you find me?”
Honestly, Ye Yu was beginning to doubt himself. Had his Concealment Technique been useless? How was it that he was always discovered? First it was Hong Zhencheng, and now Zhu Xincheng. Did every member of the Divine Clan have eyes like divine mirrors?
Zhu Xincheng raised a jade-green finger and pointed toward the sky. “Wherever sunlight reaches, there are no secrets in my eyes. Understand?”
Ye Yu couldn’t help narrowing his lips. Heh, so you really did install some extra skill for spotting fatties, huh?
He shifted his gaze to Tang Jiansheng, studying him closely. The divine power rippling around the elder was completely normal, and his expression was clear and unfazed—no sign of mind control. Just as one in full control of himself.
“Did you use a divine pill to control him?” Ye Yu asked.
Zhu Xincheng nodded freely. “A divine pill, yes, but I also used a minor secret art. Only then could I leave no flaw for others to detect. By the way—would you like to hear my plan?”
“Don’t bother. I don’t want to hear it. If your plan fails, you’ll blame me for leaking it!” Ye Yu waved his hands, refusing.
Zhu Xincheng’s smile deepened. In truth, she had already decided Ye Yu meant no harm. If he were a member of Jiyue Pavilion, he’d have done everything to block Tang Jiansheng’s arrival—or at least alerted the other elders to come to her aid. That he had done neither proved his innocence.
Relaxed, Ye Yu said, “Alright, Lord of the Divine Pact, we’re both busy. Let’s not hold each other up. You go your way, I’ll go find my Dao partner. We’ll part here.”
A curious glint appeared in Zhu Xincheng’s eyes. “You mean your childhood sweetheart?”
Ye Yu’s face darkened. That joke’s going nowhere, is it? “She’s gone—never mention it again! Goodbye. We’ll meet again... maybe in another life!”
With that, Ye Yu spun on his heel and walked away without looking back.
Zhu Xincheng watched him go, her expression unreadable. Behind her, Tang Jiansheng stood like a loyal sentinel, ever vigilant for signs of fellow Jiyue disciples—lest he be forced to slay gods again.
A stick of incense later, Ye Yu slipped to the gate of Jiyue Pavilion and told the guardian, “I’m a friend of Bone Ji. Please inform her that I wish to speak with her.”
With that, the guardian turned and strode away, righteousness personified. Ye Yu could only murmur to himself, Money makes ghosts turn mills...


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