Chapter 590: Taiyuan
At almost the exact same moment, four figures nearby turned their gazes toward Li Yuanjiao, their eyes cold and piercing. Various lights swirled within their pupils, deflecting all illusions outside the boundary of the mirror. Lu Jiangxian’s heart felt as if it had been struck by an avalanche, his mind reeling with terror, Green Pine Temple! They orchestrated this trap! It was all to lure me here!
Lu Jiangxian held his breath and steadied himself, his mind going blank. He remained utterly silent, but fortunately, he did not project the scene to Li Yuanjiao, who remained completely unaware. Li Yuanjiao continued to fly freely within the palm of the entity, navigating the wind without suspicion.
As the initial shock subsided, Lu Jiangxian calmed himself and thought swiftly, No, this isn’t about me… They’re here for the heir of Green Pine Temple, and for Yingze. I’ve only stumbled into their plan by accident. I almost exposed myself!
He kept his eyes shut for over ten breaths, straining to suppress his thoughts. A moment later, a voice, neutral and metallic, like molten gold mingling with lead and mercury, broke the silence, "Taiyuan, what is going on?"
The jade crown above Taiyuan True Monarch’s head began to glow faintly, and the silver-white pupils of his eyes shifted slightly. His ethereal voice replied, "It is nothing… I saw him peering over from a distance and decided to test him. As it turns out, he is a descendant of Li Qianyuan of Bright Yang. It is only natural he would sense something."
Though Taiyuan True Monarch’s tone was calm, Lu Jiangxian felt a platinum-white force streak into Li Yuanjiao’s mind like a bolt of lightning, ruthlessly scouring through his memories.
Li Yuanjiao remained completely unaware, the talisman seed in his sea of qi flickering faintly as he glided farther away on the wind. Lu Jiangxian, his initial panic somewhat subsiding, looked more closely and saw a golden figure slowly manifesting upon Taiyuan’s shoulder.
The figure bore an identical appearance to Li Yuanjiao, though its eyes glowed golden-white, and suspicion was etched across its face. The figure gripped a long sword tightly, poised as if ready to strike, yet stood frozen like a sculpture.
"Taiyuan!" A muffled voice came from the north. Suddenly, white mist surged from Taiyuan’s shoulder, dispersing the golden figure into dust and smoke.