Chapter 30: Human Immortal Wu Mohe
The moment those words left his mouth, the twilight-draped courtyard fell suddenly silent.
The wind died down.
The lantern beneath the eaves stopped swaying, its flickering candlelight casting half of Zhao Yong's face in shifting light and shadow.
Chen Lingxi stared at Zhao Yong, seemingly still caught in surprise and doubt.
Zhao Yong remained unmoved. He merely stood with his hands clasped behind his back, waiting for him to digest the news.
A few breaths later, Zhao Yong spoke again.
This time, no sound escaped his lips.
Instead, his lips parted slightly, and a hair-thin wisp of blood-qi silently slipped from his throat. It condensed without scattering, shooting straight into Chen Lingxi's ear like an invisible thread.
Threading blood-qi into silk for secret sound transmission!