Suspicion
After Ji Xiu finished speaking, he walked away without looking back.
Rong Huan's silent face held a complicated, gloomy expression. Zuo Zixin looked at him in confusion. "Senior Brother, why did you suddenly say that?"
Rong Huan didn't answer directly. Instead, he raised an eyebrow and asked calmly, "Did you know what Senior Brother Ji Xiu was like before?"
Zuo Zixin instinctively shook his head. "I'd heard of him, but never met him. By the time I joined the Mo Fu Clan, Senior Brother Ji had already been exiled."
"I met him." Rong Huan's voice was even. "Back then, he really was a demon who killed without batting an eye—cold-blooded, brutal, and aloof. He never spoke more than two sentences to us. But now, aside from occasionally being a little unpredictable, he's nothing like the person he used to be. I can't find even a trace of what he was like before."
Zuo Zixin gave a wry smile and rubbed his head. "Well, maybe those years in exile left a deep mark on him. After all, certain experiences can make a person undergo a complete transformation. People change."
Rong Huan nodded and said nothing more. He turned to watch the activity in the enormous upright pupil. A distinct ripple of energy suddenly passed through the air, and several figures appeared in a flash of light before them.
They were Situ Yunshan, Guan Huizhou, and the others, who had fled from the fourth level. The two men were supporting someone who had fallen into a complete unconsciousness: Ye Daocheng.
When they saw Rong Huan, complicated expressions crossed their faces. After a long hesitation, they finally asked, "Where is Lord Jia Nan?"
Their cultivation wasn't high enough to sense where this person from beyond Xukong was.
"He went that way." Rong