Chu Qingjue looked at him with some surprise. She had already been prepared to make a sacrifice, yet she had never expected this to be the condition he asked for. A feeling of guilt welled up in her heart—guilt toward him for having so sincerely considered her interests.
She lowered her eyes and said softly, "Mu Yi is hypocritical, arrogant, and conceited. He's not easy to get along with. Since I've already fallen out with him, putting the sect conflicts aside, there's no need for me to go back. If you don't think I'll be a burden, perhaps I can travel with you."
Bi Fan wasn't surprised by her answer. He deliberately smiled and said, "Miss Chu, you're a mighty expert at the mid-stage Spirit Lord Realm. As long as you don't mind me being a burden, how could I have any right to mind you?"
At that, she gave a wry smile. Remembering the souls he had slain beneath the Rin Shen Saber that day, and how Xiang Lan had been chased all over the place, she said with a trace of emotion, "You don't need to sell yourself short, either. If we're talking about combat strength, I might not be your match."
Bi Fan only smiled faintly, not thinking it was anything remarkable. He tilted his head to look at the moon above, then suddenly seemed to remember something. Turning to her with some puzzlement, he asked, "By the way, how did you find me yesterday? I'd hidden my aura so well!"
Even Tang Yunting hadn't sensed anything amiss when Bi Fan had used this technique before. Back then, he had guessed purely by instinct.
Chu Qingjue smiled faintly at him. A thin layer of purple suddenly veiled her pair of limpid eyes, and her voice, cool yet