Liu Fanyue watched He Wei's receding back.
Her eyelashes trembled, and countless suspicions churned in her heart.
Just as her own Master, Shen Yunshen—the man she had once called Brother Shen—had said.
There was most likely a traitor in Willow River Village now.
Liu Fanyue firmly believed so as well.
But who could the traitor be?
There were not many possible suspects. After all, the current Willow River Village probably could not even scrape together ten immortal cultivators in total.
With that being the case, it would be easy to narrow down the target.
Liu Fanyue had originally doubted herself, wondering whether she was simply being too suspicious.
But not anymore.
When Liu Fanyue saw He Wei standing beneath the old locust tree and saying the words "miasma" before the entire village, her heart went cold.
Miasma.
What kind of miasma was that?
The young girl turned those two words over and over in her mind, chewing on them repeatedly. The more she dwelled on them, the worse they tasted.
He Wei was lying.
He was exploiting the villagers' trust in him, heedless of whether they lived or died.
But why was He Wei doing this?
What exactly was his objective?
Liu Fanyue knew very well that, in Willow River Village, He Wei was the person closest to her Master Shen Yunshen—bar none.
After all, both of them were immortal cultivators, and their cultivation realms were also quite close.
Since three years ago, He Wei and Shen Yunshen had been "comrades-in-arms" who cherished the same ideals.
He Wei definitely knew the truth.
He clearly knew the truth, yet he had chosen a flimsy excuse full of holes to fob off the entire village, making them believe that as long as they stayed away from those abandoned houses, all would be