Nian Qiuyan's face showed no sign of anything amiss. He was still touching the place on his cheek where he'd been cut, laughing softly as he said, "I can only tell that leaving the city is inauspicious. Besides, you were pursued the moment you stepped outside the city—no divination needed to know that."
He glanced at Yu Sui. "You and your senior brother are alike."
One had spent years making enemies in the outer city; the other was Farmer School Xi Rang.
Mei Chengyu said nothing. Yu Sui politely praised him. "Senior Martial Brother Nian's divination is impressive."
She hadn't paid much attention to Nian Qiuyan before, and hadn't had the chance to. Who could have guessed he was connected to Lan Poison, or even to Qingkui?
Yu Sui sneaked a glance at Mei Chengyu.
She didn't know why, but she'd always assumed that anyone close to Mei Chengyu couldn't be a Lan Shi who sold Lan Poison.
Or rather, Mei Chengyu couldn't possibly be friends with someone like that.
But even Senior Martial Brother could be wrong about someone.
And no one could match Nian Qiuyan's disguise.
The hardest thing in the world to discern was something half true and half false. The School of Techniques' art of divination brought that principle to its extreme.
Yu Sui had kept Nian Qiuyan here tonight because she wanted to observe him a little longer. She went off to deal with matters at Mingzhu Casino, leaving Mei Chengyu and Nian Qiuyan facing each other in the main hall.
There were plenty of people coming and going, so Mei Chengyu and Nian Qiuyan settled in a corner.
As soon as Nian Qiuyan sat down, someone came over to pour tea and serve dinner. His eyes shifted as he looked at Mei Chengyu. "Junior