Was it you that night?

Shen Zhiyao pulled Meng Yun aside and asked, "Can you still enter Qinghe’s dreams now that she has disappeared?"

Meng Yun replied with a bitter smile, "How could I?"

Shen Zhiyao momentarily lost for ideas, then asked, "Did Nan Sheng really not take Qinghe away?"

"Nan Sheng’s expression of surprise when she learned of Qinghe’s disappearance didn’t seem feigned; it’s unlikely it was her. Instead, the Gong Xian you mentioned does seem capable; with his cultivation base, he might have had the chance to take Qinghe away without a trace. Only, Gong Xian’s background is unknown to us, and we wouldn’t know where to find him," Meng Yun said, frowning worriedly.

Out of options, Shen Zhiyao spoke softly, "You’ve said you regard me and Qinghe as your own sisters, so you wouldn’t betray us, would you?"

Upon hearing this, Meng Yun was displeased, "Qinghe is my lifesaver; how could I possibly betray her?"

Shen Zhiyao, no longer hesitant, then recounted the background of Gong Xian. As for the true identity of Dongfang Wuya, she omitted it for the sake of caution, mentioning only that Gong Xian was likely Shangxuan Yue, who once stole Dongfang Wuya’s Snow Bone Grass.

Furthermore, after Nan Sheng’s association with Gong Xian, her cultivation base increased rapidly, making it likely that Gong Xian had already ascended to the Immortal Realm, a place they were incapable of searching.

After listening, Meng Yun dismissed Shen Zhiyao’s thoughts, "There is a barrier between immortals and cultivators. Even if Qinghe is someone Wuya cares for, he can’t lay a finger on her without accruing karma. If Gong Xian is truly an immortal, he would cherish his hard-won status even more and would not easily break his vows."