The pretty maid in green had a thousand thoughts swirling through her mind, yet couldn't make sense of any of them. Xu Yi sent her a voice transmission. "There's no need to overthink it, miss. You serve Mr. Zhenlin, and though others may not know how hard you work behind the scenes, I do. I won't hide it from you: I, Wang, was born into a poor family too. As a child, I was sent to work as a servant in another household. By a stroke of fate, and after several brushes with death, I've reached where I am today. Don't worry about it. Please, go on your way."
The maid in green nodded, taking a long look at him before sending a voice transmission. "This servant is called Qiu Lu."
With that, she went on her way.
Xu Yi sat cross-legged in the secret chamber and released his divine sense, blanketing everything within a hundred li. Then he took a low table from his Sumeru Ring, set out wine and refreshments, and pulled out a booklet to read through carefully.
Before even half a tea's time had passed, he had flipped through more than a dozen booklets. At last, when he reached the thirteenth, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, subtle enough to escape notice.
The booklets Xu Yi had just read came from six Sumeru Rings. Their owners were Donghua Immortal Sect's Dongfang Tuo's cousin and his attendants, three outer disciples in yellow robes from the Donghua Immortal Sect, and Wang Qianqiu.
All six had one thing in common: they were connected to the Donghua Immortal Sect. That was precisely what Xu Yi was focused on.
He was searching the booklets for clues about a secret art—the very art that had allowed Dongfang Tuo's cousin to