After secretly exchanging messages with Chu Feiyan, Shi Tiexin left alone.
As he walked, he thought and hesitated.
He was not the sort of person who believed whatever others told him.
When all was said and done, he and Chu Feiyan did not share any deep friendship. Their dealings had always been cash transactions, no credit accepted. This time, when he asked her for help, she had not mentioned money at all. That was highly unusual. Moreover, Chu Feiyan had always feared the Tian Ming Cult, so why would she oppose it?
But then again, it did not seem as though she harbored any sinister intentions. During those eight seconds of eye contact just now, Shi Tiexin had done more than merely transmit a message. Under the probing of his fully spiritual Demon Seed, he had indeed found no trace of any other thought stirring within her.
Was Chu Feiyan's mastery of mind arts higher than his, allowing her to disguise herself perfectly?
Or was it his own Petty Person's Heart, too filthy and suspicious?
Taking a step back, even if Chu Feiyan truly wanted to help him, how could he guarantee that her brother, who was supposedly genuinely unconcerned about money, would be equally reliable?
Ugh, what a headache. He could neither sort it out nor see through it; the tangled threads were driving him mad!
Just then, Shi Tiexin abruptly turned into a secluded spot and said to an empty alley, "Come out."
There was no response, as though Shi Tiexin were merely waging a battle of wits against the air.
But Shi Tiexin was already irritated and had no patience for nonsense. In an instant, he twisted around and swung his fist. Sharp force trembled around his knuckles as his blow smashed explosively into the empty space