Chapter 1309 - Thousand Divination Art
It struck him as odd that two Heavenly Dragon Sect disciples wanted him to play rescue, especially on their first day in the Netherworld. Ordinarily, he would help if sectmates were in danger, but the look in both pairs of eyes made him wary.
If he refused, they would surely make a scene later, accusing him of letting fellow disciples die.
If he were to agree, he could either find real victims or blunder into a trap someone had laid for him. And beyond the Grand Unity Sect, some in his own sect resented him as well, including Hua Haosheng.
Hua Haosheng surely held a grudge against Liu Wuxie, as the latter had rejected his offer. It wouldn't surprise him if Hua Haosheng plotted to kill him and take his dragon blood.
During the blacksmithing event, outside scrutiny kept everyone cautious, and they never crossed paths inside the ancestral talisman. Now that they were in the Netherworld, how could Hua Haosheng resist such a chance?
"Are Grand Unity Sect cultivators besieging them?" Liu Wuxie asked, feigning puzzlement. He regarded the pair with an easy smile. They belonged to the Heavenly Dragon Sect, too, but they barely knew him.
"The nether clan," the disciple on the right replied.
"What's the name of the disciple the nether clan is attacking?" Liu Wuxie pressed.
Vanya held her tongue. Something was off about the two; not a trace of urgency colored their voices. Their disguise was tidy, but paper-thin to Liu Wuxie's Ghost Eye; every tell stood out.
"Liu Wuxie, enough talk! They could die if we don't go now!" snapped the disciple on the left, almost barking.
"What a joke. You're both eighth-level Primal Origin Realm, and I'm only at the Origin Conversion Realm. Isn't it absurd that you're asking me for help?" Liu Wuxie shot back, his gaze turning cold.
Both were eighth-level Primal Origin Realm, more than enough to cope. To most observers, an Origin Conversion Realm cultivator charging into danger was courting death.