Flowing Wave Mountain.
Looking at Tian Buyi's chubby face, etched with worry,
Ye Xuan sighed inwardly.
This misunderstanding had gotten out of hand.
But he couldn't explain.
Heavenly Cycle Qi Cultivation Technique?
Primordial Chaos?
Those terms were far too advanced for this world.
Even if he said them aloud, Tian Buyi would probably think that his cultivation hadn't just failed—his brain had gone bad, too.
Besides,
Flowing Wave Mountain was a powder keg right now.
The three great orthodox sects had gathered, and the four demonic sects had assembled. Even centuries-old monsters like the Blood-Sucking Old Demon had shown up, and the Ghost King Sect had mobilized its entire force.
This place was crawling with spies.
The slightest disturbance could attract countless prying eyes.
Ye Xuan gently clasped Tian Buyi's wrist, not gripping it, just reassuring him.
"Master."
He lowered his voice, but his eyes were exceptionally clear, even carrying a hint of amusement.
"This isn't the place to talk."
"Some things involve too much."
"Once we're back at Great Bamboo Peak, and the doors to Shou Jing Hall are closed, I'll tell you everything."
"I promise I'll make you..."
Ye Xuan paused, the corners of his mouth lifting.
"Very surprised."
Tian Buyi froze.
He studied Ye Xuan's eyes.
There was no evasion, no panic—only a composure he couldn't see through.
This kid...
Tian Buyi furrowed his brow, his thick brows nearly knotting together.
Reason told him that a fall in cultivation was no small matter. How could it possibly be nothing?
But instinct told him that Seventh, who had never played by the rules, really did seem to be hiding something extraordinary.
After a long while,
Tian Buyi gave a heavy snort.
"Fine."
"I'll believe you this once."
"If you can't give me a reasonable explanation when we get