A drop of Demonic Blood streaked through the sky.
Several hundred li away, Lu Zheng and Si Lingxi concealed themselves nearby, not revealing the slightest trace of their aura.
"It seems the monks from Great Brahma Temple haven't caught up." Lu Zheng sounded somewhat regretful. "Did you fly too fast?"
"No rush. I didn't deliberately conceal the Demonic Blood's aura. Anyone with sufficient cultivation can sense it."
Si Lingxi said calmly, "Whether he comes after it or not, he'll be able to find the Demonic Blood's destination."
Lu Zheng stroked his chin. "Wouldn't that be too obvious? Won't he get suspicious?"
Si Lingxi smiled sweetly. "Don't worry. At his level of cultivation, whether he becomes suspicious depends not only on us, but also on himself."
"Hm?"
Lu Zheng's gaze shifted as he turned back to Si Lingxi. "Were you taking a jab at me?"
"No!" Si Lingxi decisively shook her head.
"I could hear it!" Lu Zheng glared.
"Really, I wasn't!" Yet the amusement on Si Lingxi's face was not hidden in the least.
"As your husband, I'm going to—"
Before Lu Zheng could finish, he saw Si Lingxi's expression change.
"What is it?" Lu Zheng immediately asked.
"This is what they mean by, 'Flowers planted with care refuse to bloom; a willow stuck in by chance grows into a shady grove.'" Si Lingxi looked downward, her eyes narrowing. "We made it too convincing. We actually lured out another Demon Head."
Another Demon Head? Lu Zheng also looked down. "This is Linxi Province, bordering Dingyuan Province and Guanglin Province. Could it be..."
"Profound Devil Master?"
Lu Zheng and Si Lingxi exchanged a glance.
Si Lingxi nodded. "It should be him. He just transmitted a message to the Demonic Blood with his divine sense, but I ignored him."
Lu Zheng frowned.