Was it you that night?

Shen Qinghe eyed the man before her, Gong Xian, feeling that there was something very odd about him.

He claimed to be a Loose Cultivator, yet his Cultivation Base was so profound that it was impossible to discern its extent. While her own Nascent Soul Completion Stage Cultivation Base was well-known throughout the Sky Pole Sect, she could not figure out Gong Xian’s Cultivation Base.

"Fairy Qinghe, do you know where Mr. Wuya has gone?" Gong Xian seemed to notice Shen Qinghe’s scrutinizing gaze and looked at her inquiringly.

His eyes were gentle, his expression harmless, yet Shen Qinghe felt that he, like Xiao Chen, was a person of dual natures—her intuition couldn’t be wrong.

"Mr. Wuya disappeared on the day we were to be married, how could I possibly know where he has gone?" As she spoke, Shen Qinghe suddenly changed her tone, "But now that I think about it, Daoist Gong seems quite interested in Mr. Wuya?"

At this, Gong Xian quietly laughed, "Everyone in The Four Seas and Eight Wilds is interested in Mr. Wuya, and I am no exception."

Just then, the White Rope suddenly tightened around Shen Qinghe’s wrist. She glanced down at the White Rope, and it coiled even tighter around her.

She knew well that the White Rope was sentient and wondered if it was warning her.

Or did it dislike Gong Xian as well?

"If Daoist Gong wants to meet Mr. Wuya, I am afraid I cannot be of help, for I, too, am searching for Mr. Wuya. If Daoist Gong has no other business, please leave," Shen Qinghe said, intending to depart.

But in the next moment, Gong Xian appeared right before her with such swiftness that Shen Qinghe was compelled to halt her gaze.