The Heavenly Dao's Methods

Amid the tolling of the bell, Di Liuxin slowly stepped out. Each step fell into a unique rhythm. Though he clearly walked upon the stone slabs, ripples spread beneath his feet, echoing outward like waves.

Yixian tilted his head slightly. His expressionless gaze fixed on the stone platform in the sky as it suddenly shifted. He stepped into the air, and the ripples beneath his feet answered Di Liuxin's.

As the two drew closer, the golden light around Yixian grew ever brighter. A hint of approval showed on Di Liuxin's deeply satisfied face.

"Do you know who you are?"

He asked slowly.

Yixian raised his emotionless eyes to meet his gaze, then nodded. "Golden Cicada!"

"Very good!"

Di Liuxin looked even more satisfied. With a sweep of his hand, a plain white robe flew out of the hall and settled over Yixian. As the golden light gradually receded, Yixian was already standing beside Di Liuxin with his hands clasped behind his back.

"Come!"

With that, he led Yixian back into Qionghua Hall.

Muzi Li kept his eyes fixed on Yixian's figure, his expression terribly grim.

"What's wrong?"

The old Daoist couldn't help feeling puzzled. Why did his disciple suddenly seem so strange?

Strange was putting it mildly. Muzi Li had been suppressing his murderous intent the whole time, afraid Di Liuxin would keenly sense it.

Yixian was actually the Heavenly Dao Sect's trump card. Then... how much did Yixian know about Chen Xixi?

Only Hanyu and Mortal knew about this matter, but there was no guarantee Yixian hadn't noticed.

If Yixian knew, wouldn't that mean Di Liuxin knew too?

"Let's talk somewhere else."

Muzi Li spoke in a lowered voice.

The three figures flickered away to a deserted island.

Calling it a deserted island wasn't quite right. Cultivators had once