"Received suspicion. Passive Value +7."
A notification suddenly popped up in the information panel, startling Xu Xiaoshou.
He had only asked one question. Mu Zixi's somewhat surprised reaction had been expected.
But why did every one of these Saint Slave fellows look suspicious while trying to hide it?
"Looks like none of you know about this?" Xu Xiaoshou raised an eyebrow.
No one answered.
Behind them, Cen Qiaofu, who was lying on a straw mat nursing his wounds, seemed to have been roused by those words as well.
"Little fellow..."
His voice was rather weak.
After all, he had single-handedly held off numerous White Robes Cutting Dao experts, along with Number Thirty-Three, perfectly buying Saint Slave a great deal of time.
That was no feat easily achieved.
Xu Xiaoshou promptly turned his gaze over and pulled out a jar of honey with a raised hand.
"Senior, you're awake? I have some healing medicine here. Want to try it?"
Cen Qiaofu stared at the honey for a long while, then waved his hand.
Never mind whether a junior's healing medicine would work or not.
Just the fact that it had come from Xu Xiaoshou, who never watched his mouth, meant he did not dare put it in his mouth.
"No need."
Supporting himself as he sat up, Cen Qiaofu refused Haitang'er's help and asked, "What do you know about the God-Devil Pupils, kid?"
Xu Xiaoshou blinked, using Perception to cast an inconspicuous glance at his junior sister.
Seeing that she had no great reaction and did not reject the topic, he said, "That depends on what you all know."
"I don't know them, and I don't recognize them."
Lei Shuangxing suddenly spoke.
Yet this time, not only Xu Xiaoshou—even Mu Zixi could tell that he was lying.
"You know them!"
She