Within the courtyard where Luo Chengxuan lived in the Xuan Yang lineage, the lights blazed brightly, and incense smoke curled through the air.
Luo Chengxuan reclined sideways on a rosewood couch, his expression carrying a rare trace of relaxation.
Shen Xinrou sat at his side, deftly peeling a spirit fruit and bringing its crystal-clear flesh to his lips.
"Come to think of it, the warnings about the Demonic Sect within the sect have seemed to lessen lately. Things outside have grown quieter as well," Luo Chengxuan said casually after swallowing the fruit.
A hint of relief appeared on Shen Xinrou's face. "That is a good thing. The Demonic Sect had been quite active some time ago, and I was never at ease. Now that things can settle down a little, that is naturally for the best."
Yet Luo Chengxuan shook his head slightly. "A good thing? I am not so sure. It is merely the stillness before the storm. That demoness Qi Yu of the Demonic Sect is imprisoned on Prison Peak. The surface may seem calm, but dark currents are surging beneath it. How could Qi Xunnan possibly let this go?"
As a True Disciple with a place in Tianshu Pavilion, he was already someone who could access high-level intelligence. Even now, he could sense the tense atmosphere within the sect.
The Demonic Sect appeared calm on the surface now, yet that only made it more fearsome.
Shen Xinrou's hand paused slightly as she peeled the fruit. Concern flashed through her eyes. "Husband, are you saying... the Demonic Sect may make a major move?"
"We cannot let down our guard."
Luo Chengxuan's gaze narrowed slightly. "The sect is loose on the outside but tight within. Prison Peak is under especially strict guard for precisely this reason. Still, the Sect