"Uncle."
Song Qingxi gently knocked on Song Changsheng's room door.
"What is it?"
"Recently, quite a few people in the alliance have been inquiring about your condition. I revealed what you instructed me to beforehand. Most were merely asking in passing, but there are two whose intentions I feel are far from pure."
"Oh?" Song Changsheng, who was seated cross-legged on the soft couch, opened his eyes at this and raised a brow. "Which two?"
"True Person Jinzhu from the Yuhua Cultivation World, and the Marquis of Brocade from the Great Xiao Immortal Dynasty. They have been excessively enthusiastic. Not only have they repeatedly asked after your condition, they even personally sent medicinal pills to treat all manner of injuries."
After hearing Song Qingxi's account, Song Changsheng also found it somewhat strange. His public explanation had been that he was in secluded cultivation, recuperating from his injuries. If Mu Guibai, Peng Siying, and the others had done this, it would have been perfectly normal; after all, they were closer to him.
But True Person Jinzhu was a loose cultivator from the Yuhua Cultivation World. Song Changsheng had only met him a few times in total and had barely exchanged more than a handful of words with him. Yet he had sent medicinal pills time and again—far too enthusiastically. And Jinzhu was no kind-hearted old man; his reputation in the Yuhua Cultivation World was decidedly ordinary.
The Marquis of Brocade was much the same. They had virtually no dealings with one another. Song Changsheng only knew that he was a royal descendant of the Great Xiao Immortal Dynasty, someone with an extremely low profile.
Why was someone so low-key now so eager to make a show of himself?
Song Changsheng had always suspected there were traitors within the alliance. After all,