The Moon-Cold River Valley, Where Ghosts Guard the Dead
Nangong Hongye's expression tightened slightly, and a trace of complicated emotion flickered through his dark eyes. Only after a moment did he raise his head and ask coldly, "Do you think that while I was on the run, all I did was run? If I hadn't made use of the terrain and my position to observe my surroundings, how could I have shaken off those Devil Race pursuers?"
Jiang Guifan's eyes darkened. After a pause, he asked quietly, "Did you escape by making use of the Great Domain Alliance and the others?"
Nangong Hongye snorted. "Yes and no. While I was fleeing, I was originally heading toward the Youluo Hall's group. If I could find them, I could escape with my life."
"Who knew I wouldn't find the Youluo Hall people, but would run into the Great Domain Alliance instead. They were unlucky too; a group of people had already surrounded and attacked them. While the two sides were fighting and chaos reigned, I slipped away in troubled waters."
His explanation was somewhat vague, but there didn't seem to be any particularly obvious flaws. Only Mao Wanchou asked with a bitter smile, "After the Devil Race people ran into the Great Domain Alliance, did they give up pursuing you?"
Otherwise, he couldn't quite believe that, as fellow cultivators, they could slip away in troubled waters all alone while several people were keeping a close eye on them.
"Yes." Nangong Hongye narrowed his eyes slightly, then nodded at him and said in a low voice, "If you don't believe me, ask those Devil Race people next time why they didn't keep chasing me."
"Brother Hongye, you misunderstand. I didn't mean to doubt you." He hurriedly smiled and explained, "I imagine those people