"Hiding your head and showing your tail—there is nothing between us to discuss," Xiang Qingcheng threatened her opponent. "You had best stop following us, or do not blame us for being impolite."
"Giggle, little sister is quite fierce, but big sister does not fall for that trick. Do not assume that because I rushed out from that Fallen Devil Pool, those devils came for my sake. Very well, I will tell you the honest truth, or else you would not believe me anyway. Those devils, along with the members of the Zhao clan who rushed out from the Fallen Devil Pool together with them, came for this lover of yours standing beside you. He possesses a heritage artifact of the Zhao clan." The white-armored woman's graceful face blossomed with a trace of a smile, paying no mind to Xiang Qingcheng's threat, and instead laughed out loud.
"Absurd! Just now, Dongfang fought with the human-headed octopus devil without producing any treasures. Even if that devil were terrifying, it could not possess foreknowledge."
Xiang Qingcheng scolded, though upon hearing this white-armored woman say that she was Lu Xiaotian's lover, Xiang Qingcheng could not help but feel her face grow somewhat hot. Whenever she traveled abroad in the past, she would occasionally encounter people befuddled by lust or other scoundrels uttering frivolous words, or people who mistook her bodyguards and companions for lovers; yet Xiang Qingcheng found it strange that while she had never reacted to such things before, her skin now seemed much thinner than before.
"The heritage artifact of the Zhao clan you spoke of—what is it?"
Xiang Qingcheng did not believe it, but Lu Xiaotian furrowed his brow. Illusions were heavy in this place, and he had traveled through many regions—the Qingyu Continent, the Blue Demon Sea, and now the