Secret (Part 1)

After Yan Chihuo entered the Flower Clan chief's private chamber, the stone door creaked shut on its own. He slowly turned in a circle, golden light flickering between his eyes as he surveyed the surroundings, and could not help secretly worrying. Complex Restrictions had been etched into the stone walls all around him, only concealed beneath spells so that they looked no different from ordinary stone.

Yan Chihuo had already expected that escape would be impossible here, yet he had still clung to a sliver of hope. Now, even that final sliver was gone.

The Flower Clan chief was already at the Dao Integration Stage. Before her, whether launching a sneak attack or attempting to flee, both were impossible. After pondering for a long while, Yan Chihuo settled on only one course of action: delay things by every possible means. He absolutely could not let Hua Ling recover her memories.

Just then, the stone door sounded, and the Flower Clan chief walked in. She said softly, "Have you thought it through?" Her voice was so gentle that Yan Chihuo felt as though he had drunk mellow wine, faintly intoxicated.

He immediately came back to his senses and asked in astonishment, "Senior, what do you mean by that?"

The Flower Clan chief said, "I know that you no longer wish to refine this formation for me."

Yan Chihuo started and hurriedly said, "How could that be?"

The Flower Clan chief sat down beside him. Yan Chihuo froze slightly, feeling that this was overly intimate, and discreetly shifted his body away, not daring to make it too obvious. Then he heard her say, "You must be full of questions right now. There is no need to rush. Listen while I explain slowly."

"You must find it strange how I knew about Teng