Chapter 165 - 4.30 Don’t Mind If I Do
"What—" Ling Chuwei stammered out, her eyes wide in aghast. "What are you talking about—oh. Oh." She fell into deep thoughts, contemplating. "I haven’t been able to find that man after six months. Six whole months. My people have searched high and low for both civilians and cultivators, every nook and cranny, yet they haven’t found him yet. There isn’t even any trace of him. But what if—what if he is a..." She slowly turned to Shan Duoyin and for a while, both of them stared at each other with the same amount of incredulity.
Could Jingxue-Jun, the most righteous of all, really involve himself with a demonic cultivator?
"I—" Ling Chuwei massaged her temples. "Let me ask." She fumbled through her sleeve and pulled out a talisman, hastily scrabbling something on it before blowing a breath. The spiritual energy came alive around the talisman and the ordinary paper morphed into an inconspicuous butterfly, flapping its wings out of the window toward where the message would be delivered to. Ling Chuwei followed its movement, almost in a trance. "It can’t be, right?"
Shan Duoyin had no answer to that. He, too, wished that he had been wrong.
Quietly, Ling Chuwei took hold of his hand, interlacing their fingers together. Shan Duoyin didn’t resist this time. Instead, he tightened the hold and offered a comforting squeeze. "If it’s true, then..." he trailed off.
Ling Chuwei finished the sentence, her eyes brimming with determination. "We will save him from the demonic cultivator’s enchantment. But first thing first, we have to keep a close eye on him."
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Lu Yizhou meditated in his room all evening, calming the anxiety and anticipation that was thrumming under his veins. He had no idea how he knew it but somehow, he did. Heimo was somewhere close, Lu Yizhou could sense it as if there was an invisible thread that was tying them together. If he sank deeper into his meditation, he could even make out the man’s faint outline behind his eyelids. His heart throbbed in unbearable longing.
The sun slowly set and night settled in. Lu Yizhou let the hustle and bustle around the city enveloped his senses as he opened his eyes and spat out blackish qi. His golden core was thriving in his abdomen, swirling with life and vibrant energy. Without any further thoughts, he grabbed Hexue and left his room, putting on a spell to hide his original appearance.