"You may have fallen into a trap." A chill crept across Lu Xiaotian's face. The direction Xiang Yihang was taking him was precisely toward Flying Deer Lake, even larger than the lake they had visited last time. Spiritual energy hung thick over its surface, and all kinds of demon birds wheeled through the sky. With the two of them heading there, their auras could easily be scattered. If something happened, as long as their opponent was dealt with in a very short time, even if the experts in Xiangdu noticed and hurried over, it would be too late. Lu Xiaotian had personally experienced the Zhao Clan's exceptionally uncanny illusions, and knew all too well what they were capable of.
"How did you figure that out, Brother Lu?" Xiang Yihang asked, puzzled.
"I've seen that old woman you mentioned, and even fought her. I was surrounded by several people at the time. The Zhao Clan is famed throughout the world for its illusions, and I've seen a Nascent Soul Cultivator who was exceptionally skilled at concealing herself underwater," Lu Xiaotian said.
"So they lured me there to make a move against me? What you say does make sense. Lately, I've been secretly looking into the secrets of the Spirit Ruins Mystic Realm and the First Qin Dynasty's hidden treasures, while doing my best to avoid the royal family's spies. I know some of the royal family's methods, but I don't know much about the Zhao Clan. It's entirely possible they've seen through my methods." Xiang Yihang seemed to understand.
"But why would they lure me there? Could it be..."
"They may want your heart's blood." Lu Xiaotian studied Xiang Yihang. "Your strength now is probably on a par with Yuan Jing's back then. You've likely caught their attention." Xiang Yihang had