Beyond Dragon Head City, the Vast Nether Cold Qi had somehow settled back into calm, like a little springtime in winter, looking wonderfully comfortable.
Yet Wang Wu's heart remained shrouded in doubt.
What exactly had happened?
Who was the mole?
What damage had been done?
In the end, it was all that mole's fault. If he hadn't blown things up, poor Bai Yu wouldn't have been forced to tearfully cling to someone's thigh. And once that thigh arrived—sigh—if only they had delayed another two or three years, he could have worn away the Blood Curse, and wouldn't everything have been solved?
No one would have known he had been afflicted by the Blood Curse. Bai Yu surely wouldn't have dared reveal it, and he wouldn't have lost his master's favor. Wuwuwu, I'm so heartbroken.
In short, he was utterly depressed.
"Junior Brother!"
"Eh? Senior Sister!"
Wang Wu was pleasantly surprised. Senior Sister Qin had actually returned after leaving—but what was with that expression on her face?
"Junior Brother, don't be too sad." Senior Sister Qin spoke with a complicated expression.
I'm not sad. No, wait, I really am rather sad.
"Senior Sister, what exactly happened? What about the mole in Dragon Head City?" Wang Wu hurriedly asked. He felt he could still be saved.
"It's fine now. Bai Yu wanted to use the Vast Nether Cold Qi to temper an extremely precious material, but someone sabotaged him again and again. He was incompetent himself, yet blamed it on you. In any case, you needn't pay him any mind. He probably won't dare trouble you again in the future."
Senior Sister Qin spoke as formulaically as though she were visiting a patient and comforting someone terminally ill.
*No way, no way. Even such a cute and beautiful Senior Sister was going