"A promise worth a thousand ounces of gold is certainly admirable, but if he really thinks that fellow is rigid and incapable of adapting, he'll probably still thank people in secret even after they've conned him." Thinking of Lu Xiaotian's stern, serious expression just now, the smile Xiang Qingcheng had forced onto her face finally bloomed.
"Could it be that you've already fallen for that fellow's tricks?" Xu Qin asked in surprise.
"I don't know. Even if I asked him now, I definitely wouldn't get a straight answer. There'll always be a chance in the future. Once I catch him, I'll see what he has to say then." Xiang Qingcheng snorted softly.
"That fellow usually looks carefree and composed, with the bearing of a proper gentleman. I never thought he'd have so many devious schemes in his belly—he even dared take advantage of you." Xu Qin spat first, then said solemnly, "But speaking of which, if we hadn't invited Dongfang here this time, it really wouldn't have been easy for you to advance."
"What happened while I was in seclusion?" Xiang Qingcheng asked, her voice turning cold.
"Most of it is recorded in this Recording Stone. See for yourself." To make the members of the Council of Elders wary, Xu Qin had recorded everything that happened before Xiang Qingcheng's cave abode. Now, it was just in time to show Xiang Qingcheng.
Xiang Qingcheng infused a strand of spiritual power into the Recording Stone. The images within replayed everything that had happened during the days she had been in seclusion.
Within the Recording Stone, that upright figure had refused to yield even an inch before such great cultivators as Xiang Nanming, Xiang Yinshan, and Xiang Feihong. When faced with the sneak attacks of the demon spirit and the demon soul blood-robed