If You Can't Win, Run
Ying Qianhe paused slightly. A complex look flickered deep in his eyes, then he smiled faintly. "Not bad cultivation, considerable strength, and quite the big mouth. Looks like you have powerful backing."
His words made Ling Xiaoxiao narrow her eyes. There seemed to be an implication that he had guessed she was no ordinary person.
Could it be that after she loosened the seal in Tianyan Sect, the trace of aura she let slip had really been detected by Qian Mei'er?
At that moment, she still didn't know that everything actually stemmed from the World Destroying Black Lotus. After all, the only ones in this world who could stop it had to be a race that existed only in legend.
Bi Fan looked at him, feeling somewhat uneasy. The young man's words did seem pointed. It looked like once their trip to the Heavenly Emperor Treasure Pagoda was over, he would have to hurry and send this girl back to the senior from the Phoenix Race.
When Ying Qianhe saw that they had fallen silent, he became even more certain of his guess.
However, he didn't dare reveal the clan's plan for this girl. If he tipped them off, even sacrificing his life to atone for it wouldn't be enough.
He dusted the grime from his clothes, left there by the earlier explosion of the rocks, then raised his head with a half-smile. "Everyone, a friendly word of warning: this isn't a place you can come. You'd best turn back."
His presumptuous attitude made Tang Xiaoli snort. She immediately shot back, "What a shameless bastard! Is this your territory? What gives you the right to tell us to leave? I think the ones who should get lost are you filthy scum!"
Her words struck a