Parting Ways

In the northern market, in the rear courtyard of a rice shop, inside a somewhat dim and sweltering room, wisps of green smoke rose from the incense burner and spread through the room, refreshing the mind.

A tall, lean figure stood with his hands behind his back before the open north window, facing the blue sky where clusters of white clouds drifted.

The warm breeze blew in, like a lover's hand brushing aside the long hair at his temples, lending him a faintly desolate air.

The man's white robes were clean and pure, as though he were an immortal untouched by the mortal world. Yet his bearing was incomparably strange and seductive, a force that seized at people's hearts constantly emanating from him, making one feel as though they had fallen into an asura hell.

"Elder Nangong, our luggage has been packed. We can leave at any time. What are your plans?"

Zhuang Shili knocked three times. After receiving permission, he pushed open the door and stepped inside.

There was no particular expression on his handsome yet slightly gloomy face, and he appeared rather respectful.

Yet deep in his heart, there was a trace of unwillingness and dissatisfaction as he spoke to the tall, lean figure's back.

The plan had originally been proceeding perfectly. He had already been risking his life in his actions, holding Duàn Yì back and creating an excellent opportunity for the other side.

But Nangong Shi had dragged them down. He had made such a huge mess, yet failed to abduct Helan Yue'er, even alerting the enemy. Of course Zhuang Shili was unhappy.

However, Nangong Shi came from the Nangong Family. He was also an elder of the Southern Demonic Cult, his martial arts unrivaled and his status of great importance. Zhuang Shili could not shake