The Holy Emperor's Mysterious Purpose and Doubts

Lian Xinling looked at Wang Qi with a complicated expression, and there truly was a trace of hatred hidden in her eyes.

Yet while she hated him, she bore no hostility toward him, much less any killing intent.

That was also why Wang Qi had not simply cut the two of them down. If she had revealed even the slightest killing intent just then, then even if Wang Qi did not act, Liu Yi would have tied the pair up and hauled them back to Green Cliff to continue their reeducation.

But this person really... was unbearably irritating!

It would have been one thing if he could not remember, but what the hell was "an extra"?

Lian Xinjie quietly clasped his junior sister's hand and communicated with her through his eyes, thinking, Junior Sister, endure for now. We've only just joined the Modern Dharma side, so we need to show our sincerity... Besides, Master's injury depends on us as well...

—Wasn't Father's injury inflicted by him too...

Lian Xinling silently nodded.

Liu Yi draped an arm around their shoulders as though they were close friends and spared no effort in recommending them to Wang Qi. "Trust Yangshen Pavilion, trust the Immortal Alliance! These two..."

Wang Qi raised a hand and waved it. "Mr. Liu, no need to keep singing their praises. I believe you. As it happens, I have something I'd like these two to help me with."

Lian Xinling could not help saying, "You're so powerful. To you, we're nothing more than 'extras.' I can't think of anything we could possibly help you with."

Wang Qi waved his hand. "There are plenty of ways you can help me."

Wang Qi closed his eyes. Computational sigils circulated within his body, arranging themselves into different combinations once more. Then, the way