The instant A Mu left, Xiang Yang's face remained expressionless, but his pupils abruptly contracted. A fine, threadlike, yin-soft strange force drifted with a wisp of breeze and silently attached itself to the hair at A Mu's temples, unnoticed by anyone.
This strange force was formed from his primordial spirit fused with saber qi. It was supremely yin and supple, formless and shadowless. Unless one was an expert who had attained the Dao, even a Heaven-Man Realm powerhouse would find it difficult to detect, much less dispel.
"How do you intend to handle this? Should we report what A Mu said to headquarters?"
Half an hour had already passed since A Mu departed, yet the two on the small lawn had not moved at all. They merely maintained their previous stances, as though they had turned into rocks in the mountains, unmoved by wind and rain.
Xiang Yang stood proudly with his hands behind his back, gazing at the dark yet open wilderness ahead. Beneath the pure moonlight and starlight, he seemed burdened by hesitation and worries.
Nan Fenglan's gauze skirt fluttered as her red lips parted softly. Her heart was fixed upon the valiant man before her. The seductiveness and hatred that had once lingered in her eyes had completely vanished, leaving behind only a pool of tenderness.
"What do you think I should do? What do you think I will do?
"What if I say I do not wish to report this matter back to headquarters? What if I say I am also interested in the thing Sikong Xuan left behind?
"Will you return to headquarters and report me?"
Xiang Yang did not directly answer Nan Fenglan. His gaze remained unfocused as he looked over the night scenery in the wilderness, somewhat absent-minded.
If A Mu had been