Last night, E'shou had eavesdropped on the master and disciple's conversation, thinking it had hidden outside and fooled Qin Yi. In truth, from beginning to end, it had remained within Qin Yi's perception.
E'shou's deceitful divinity was certainly powerful. Unless one had reached the Taiqing level, it was highly unlikely they could see through it. Yet Qin Yi was an oddity who could not be measured by common sense. Otherwise, why would even Liusu think he resembled a Door Spirit...
E'shou thought they had tussled all the way behind the folding screen, lowered the gauze curtains, and gone mm-hmm ah-ah. In fact, after all that supposed tussling, they had not even taken off their clothes.
After it copied the contract and fled, the two people inside, who appeared to be drowning in debauchery, were actually communicating through divine sense about what to do next.
It was more thrilling than a spy drama.
Everyone knew the final battle would very likely come tomorrow. Qin Yi did not dare let down his guard, assuming that his side simply had more Wuxiang cultivators and could swarm the enemy to finish things...
People from Beyond the Heavens—this pressure had always hung over Qin Yi's head. He had never treated Nine Infants as the final boss.
He did not know what trump cards the other side might reveal, while his own trump cards were running scarce...
Then he would create some.
The most convenient way was to create an information gap regarding both sides' strength. For example, everyone would think it absolutely impossible for him to reach Taiqing overnight—but could he actually reach Taiqing?
Even by exploiting changes in time, there seemed to be no opportunity. It would only give him an extra half year, and that was truly far too rushed. Especially since this