Xu Yi had seen many people and knew all too well how wicked the human heart could be. He wasn't surprised that Elder Su would think that way.
"Brother Xu, long time no see. Let me correct you: Old Su isn't from the Thousand Illusions Sect, but the Wind Thunder Sect. The things he said when he went to see you were all taught to him by me, Kong. I hope I didn't disappoint you, Brother Xu."
The person sitting right beside Feng Biao was none other than the Third Holy Son.
Though they had not seen each other for only a few years, the Third Holy Son's cultivation had clearly improved. His aura already surpassed Jun Wuxie's. Even if he had not yet reached the Spiritual Root Stage, he was likely only a hair's breadth away.
Xu Yi said, "It's been years, Brother Kong. You've improved—you've learned how to scheme."
The Third Holy Son laughed heartily, rose to his feet, and clasped his hands toward Xu Yi. "After fighting with you for so long, I couldn't very well stay the same, could I? To be frank, Brother Xu, I've spent nearly a year planning how to get you this time. Your Turtle Godly Skill has simply been too successful."
"If I hadn't seen Miss Yan Zi at the Thousand Illusions Sect that day, I'm afraid I still wouldn't have gotten my wish. With your keen mind, Brother Xu, you'd have noticed even the smallest lie in Old Su's words. But when it comes to Yan Zi, concern clouds your judgment. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to invite you here today."
The Third Holy Son had painstakingly laid his trap, and Xu Yi had walked right into it. His delight was immense. If he couldn't personally explain the whole