Half a cup of tea later, on Misty Peak, three thousand li from Xing Tian Sect's base, Xu Yi stood atop the snowy summit, gazing into the distance. Suddenly, a figure leaped onto the peak. "If this kind of rotten business comes up again, I'm not doing it. It nearly drove me mad. Besides, I'm your strategist behind the scenes, not some lowlife who sneaks around committing petty crimes. Just this once—never again."
There was no one but Old Desolate who would speak to Xu Yi like that.
When Xu Yi had left Xing Tian Sect's base, he had secretly left Old Desolate behind. He knew full well that his explanation had been far-fetched. He wanted to know what Lie Yan Yang and Xi Jin City would say once he was gone; it would determine how much room he still had to maneuver within Xing Tian Sect. This was of the utmost importance, so he had told Old Desolate to stay and listen in.
Ever since Old Desolate had developed the Supernatural Ability of Invisibility, Xu Yi had rarely called upon it. But this time he had asked, and made the situation sound so serious, that Old Desolate could hardly refuse.
Now that he was back, he launched into a string of complaints—a routine performance in front of Xu Yi. Once he had finished griping, he recounted the conversation between the two men in full. Xu Yi's expression darkened at once.
Old Desolate said, "Well? If it weren't for me, you wouldn't even know you'd been set up. Now that you do know, you can be ready for it, so there's nothing to fear. If one place won't have us, another will. If we can't make it work on Tu Hun Star, we'll just move somewhere else."
Xu Yi's gaze