A Strange Twist

When it came to dealing with the Ghost Master, he had confidence and knew what to do.

The Ghost Master's plan to break into the Imperial Tomb was the perfect leverage—one that was sure to work.

Xu Yi believed the Ghost Master had captured Yan Zi mostly to counter that leverage. In other words, Yan Zi was safe, at least for now.

At that thought, he felt a little more at ease.

He was so exhausted he could hardly stand it. Ever since returning from the Void Divine Palace, it seemed he had run into one setback after another.

The loss of Xia Zimo had truly unsettled him. Even a man as resourceful as he was had yet to realize that all his misfortunes were already quietly linking together, forming a vast net that was closing in around him.

Leaving the duck behind, Xu Yi went straight into his cave abode and hurried to the alchemy room on the lowest level. He sat cross-legged and silently recited the Still Water Art, once, twice...

His turbulent thoughts gradually settled. Before long, he had sorted out what mattered most and what could wait.

The first priority was rescuing Xia Zimo. Tomorrow, he would slip into the palace and gauge the situation. If things seemed to be easing, he would enlist the Third Prince's help and get her out first. If matters turned dire, then no matter what, he would have to strike first.

The second priority was saving Yan Zi. After thinking it over again and again, he concluded that the Ghost Master was holding her hostage to create a balance of leverage between them and ensure his plan for the Imperial Tomb had a safety lock. Knowing that, Xu Yi decided he did not need to worry too much about Yan