"Asura King truly hadn't received the news."
Fairy Yutong sighed. "Just as you said, paper can't wrap up fire. This matter reached the Underworld Hell long ago."
"Then..." The more Lin Xuan listened, the more confused he became. In her previous life, Yue'er had been the Lord of the Underworld. Could anyone have dared to keep her in the dark?
At that thought, a somewhat strange look naturally appeared on his face.
"Fellow Daoist, you're thinking in the wrong direction. The matter wasn't that complicated. The reason Asura King received no clues was that she was in closed-door life-and-death seclusion."
"Pfft..."
Lin Xuan sprayed out a mouthful of spirit tea. The expressions on Nailong and the others' faces were also full of astonishment. People always said the clever were often misled by their own cleverness; this time, they had indeed imagined the matter far too absurdly.
Closed-door life-and-death seclusion—as a cultivator, Lin Xuan of course knew what that meant.
It was different from ordinary seclusion. Once successful, the gains would be as vast as the heavens, but she absolutely could not be disturbed.
Blue seas turned to mulberry fields, worldly affairs shifted and changed; to a mighty expert in closed-door life-and-death seclusion, all of it was treated as nothing out of the ordinary.
No wonder the outside world had been turned upside down with noise, yet Asura King knew nothing at all.
This reason should originally have been very easy to think of.
But because the ancient secrets Fairy Yutong had recounted were too bizarre and winding, their train of thought had all been led astray. They kept thinking there had to be some conspiracy, yet had overlooked this simplest fact.
The clever were misled by their own cleverness.
All three of them felt rather torn between laughing and crying.