Chapter 261: Shifting Opportunities
For quite some time, Li Lang’s gaze was locked with Wei Ping’s. Even without any words, the two were able to converse with their eyes alone. Li Lang questioned why Wei Ping would want to let Yun Ming, who was affiliated with the Abductress, go so easily. After all, despite what the man had claimed, it was an undisputable fact that he had ambushed them even if he hadn’t aimed to kill them. It made it hard for Li Lang to completely believe his story that he was only out to supervise the puppets.
There were many reasons why Yun Ming could do such a thing. It could be from negative experiences he may have encountered in his past. It wouldn’t surprise anyone if he had been attacked on sight before when it became clear that he was a member of the Abductress’ faction. It could also be because he was putting on a show for his Spirit Divide Realm mistress, who could be watching. That was something Li Lang and his party would never know due to their current abilities.
However, one thing was clearly conveyed—Wei Ping’s unwavering resolve.
Seeing how his friend was so resolute, Li Lang finally relented when he heard Long Yi coughing as he began to rouse. He turned back to Yun Ming, whose collar was still in his grasp.
“Tell Zi Xi and Xiaomei that they’ll be seeing me soon. And if your intentions are truly as good as you say, you better make sure they are safe until then,” Li Lang warned before slowly letting go of the young man.
Yun Ming took a moment to straighten his clothes before casually heading toward the collapsed wooden puppet. With a slight touch, it vanished, and he proceeded to walk away. He only needed to take a few steps before his figure disappeared into the purple mist.
As soon as he was gone, Wei Ping hurried over to the entrance of the inn. Long Yi had been sent flying into a barrier of some sort that protected the place, so he approached it with care. He gingerly reached for the door, only to find nothing obstructing him. The two managed to enter the building without any incident.
However, as the door opened, they could see the violet mist being thwarted by an invisible barrier, creating a clear border with the interior. They stepped through without feeling anything and were immediately greeted by the innkeeper, a young man wearing clothes that marked him as a native of Sword Saint Isle. It meant he was undoubtedly a disciple of the Sword Saint, as only his disciples lived on the island.
His gaze softened when he recognized the three newcomers as his guests and nodded toward them.
“I’m glad you three made it back despite—some minor injuries,” he glanced toward the unconscious Long Yi for a moment before directing his gaze back to the other two. “How’s the situation outside?”