Chao Hui felt that he understood, yet the more he understood, the more unsettled he became. He took a breath. "Mentor, do you mean we should drag those two Han Guang Mercenaries into this too? But... but they'll most likely be unable to find Half-Face now, while they may very well find us!"
What Chao Hui actually thought was: You're hiding inside Tai Yu's shell and acting all buddy-buddy with them, like you're wearing the same pair of pants. When they follow the trail here, what are we, exposed out in the open, supposed to do?
By now, it was basically certain that the two Han Guang Mercenaries were Celestial-level experts—powerhouses who could don heavy armor, wield sharp weapons, and charge unhindered across the Starry Sky battlefield. Yet the cult was currently at its weakest. There was no way it could withstand them.
But amid his panic, he thought of Tai Yu and suddenly froze, deep in thought.
Mentor Bai Jiao smiled. "It seems you understand. At present, what we say and what Tai Yu says do not carry the same weight to those two. What they focus on will differ as well. Now we need to figure out how to make that thin shell communicate with them according to our intentions..."
Chao Hui's mind relaxed somewhat, but doubts quickly arose again: Was the current Tai Yu truly just a "thin shell"?
Was Mentor Bai Jiao being overly idealistic?
"This is a threat—a threat from an old hand, aimed at us!"
In the same city, in different places, different people discussed similar matters. One after another, they seemed to be moving in rhythm, yet beneath it lay shifting currents and schemes against one another.
Across from Half-Face, his companion in a metal mask sighed with considerable admiration. "This Bai Jiao