Jin Jiuyin?
That gray-robed man was actually Jin Jiuyin?
Mu Qing could not help glancing at Curse Spirit.
The people of Evil Palace had always been shrouded in mystery. The gray-clothed man who had made him wary was actually Jin Jiuyin.
"Tian Yin, what are your people up to?" Mo Sen barked.
"What are you plotting?" Zi Jinyuan likewise fixed Tian Yin with a sharp gaze.
Whether it was the Ancient Immortal Realm or Heartless Hall, both sides had deliberately kept an eye on the gray-robed man in the Heavenly Court's group.
After all, he was a nine-times-tempered expert who had suddenly appeared among the Heavenly Court's ranks. He kept an exceptionally low profile and had barely spoken at all, so naturally he drew attention.
And now, he had actually left the group on his own and vanished into the gray mist!
Everyone probed with the power of their souls, only for it to be swallowed at once. There was simply no way to catch sight of Jin Jiuyin.
Thus, they questioned Tian Yin.
They believed that the Heavenly Court's group might be plotting something.
"We aren't plotting anything!" Tian Yin gritted his teeth.
Jin Jiuyin had indeed left the group without permission. He had no idea what the man was doing either!
Yet everyone remained skeptical of Tian Yin's words.
Tian Yin turned his gaze toward Curse Spirit. Jin Jiuyin had come from Evil Palace, and he wanted to know what the man was thinking, to actually dare enter the gray mist alone!
"Jin Jiuyin ceased to be a disciple of our Evil Palace long ago."
Curse Spirit's expression was as cold as ever, showing little emotional fluctuation. Even standing with Heartless Hall, she did not seem out of place in the slightest.
She merely gave that brief reply,