Nalan Ye, Nalan Ye, Nalan Ye

"Gave him a pill?"

After Ling Ying tightly gripped the jade bottle and rose to leave, Mu Qingluan blinked and looked at me curiously. A Seventh-Rank Pill was by no means cheap. That old man was clearly at odds with me, yet I had given him such a precious Seventh-Rank Pill? She could not make sense of it.

"That Ling Ying said Senior Brother was colluding with the Hall of Souls. What did he mean?"

"It was a misunderstanding."

I lifted my teacup and took a sip of clear tea, then shook my head with a sigh. "I invited Elder Ling here this time to clear up that misunderstanding, but I never expected him to be so stubborn. He has quite a deep prejudice against me and simply refuses to believe me... Yet he has no evidence at all, insisting on throwing his weight around and speaking based on intuition. It's truly absurd."

Mu Qingluan suddenly understood and nodded. "I believe Senior Brother Ye. You definitely wouldn't collude with the Hall of Souls."

Venerable Yao had been rescued because of Senior Brother Ye. If Senior Brother Ye were one of the Hall of Souls, was there any need for him to do that? What benefit would it bring the Hall of Souls?

Mu Qingluan had thought it through clearly. Seeing that I had nothing else to do, she drank tea and chatted with me in the courtyard for a while longer before finally rising to leave. She could not keep imposing on me.

By then, more than half of the setting sun had sunk beyond the mountains, and nightfall closed in from all directions. Mu Qingluan used the last of the light to return to her residence. Along the way, she encountered quite a few Starfall Pavilion disciples, and the