Cheng Shiyuan suddenly paused, as if she had remembered something.
"Before the Hundred-Man Arena closed, you and several other Central Continent cultivators were surrounded and attacked. You were about to be knocked off the stage, but you were close to Chu Jiucheng at the time. You crashed into Chu Jiucheng's sword and were knocked back!"
"That person was you, wasn't it?!"
The anger on Luo Yi's face vanished in an instant, while Lin Qi wore a look of sudden realization.
That damned sense of familiarity.
She suddenly grabbed Luo Yi by the collar. "Tell me, do you have a safe way to enter the Sorrow Spring?!"
Luo Yi's scalp went numb. "I..."
"If not, kill him and divide the spoils."
Cheng Shiyuan casually tossed out a sentence that immediately frightened Luo Yi until his legs trembled.
"Yes, I do!" Luo Yi hurriedly shouted.
He feared that if he was one second too late, his throat would be slit.
Lin Qi looked as though she had known it all along. "Explain in detail."
"On the way here, I broke into a small secret realm and obtained a broken flute. Its sound seems capable of suppressing the Sorrow Spring's power, reducing its effects on people."
Lin Qi and Cheng Shiyuan exchanged a glance. "It merely reduces the effects?"
"Of course. What else were you expecting?"
Lin Qi did not believe him. "Even if the flute's sound can suppress the Sorrow Spring's power, you still can't enter the Sorrow Spring. So why were you strutting around so smugly?"
"Can't I simply stand those people?"
"You can. But if you didn't have something to rely on, even if we lent you a few more guts, you wouldn't dare offend so many people like this."
Luo Yi opened his mouth, desperately wanting to ask why