A moment later, Lu Ye nodded to Ding Yushu, then suddenly stopped.
Several hundred Boundless Pavilion cultivators rumbled away under Ding Yushu's lead, while Crimson Blood Sect's seven hundred cultivators remained behind.
On the tiger's back, Feng Yue hurriedly cut off her communication with Feng Lianju and looked around in astonishment. A large hand reached over, seized her by the neck, dragged her off the tiger's back, and threw her to the ground.
Covered in dust, Feng Yue looked up in terror at Lu Ye, who stood over her.
"Many thanks!"
"Hm?" Feng Yue froze. "What are you thanking me for?"
Lu Ye tossed a Spiritual Pill into his mouth and slowly chewed it.
"You sent word to the Feng Family?"
"I didn't!" Feng Yue naturally refused to admit such a thing, but when she met the mockery in Lu Ye's eyes, she finally understood. "You used me?"
Her act of sending a secret message just now had been discreet, but if someone had deliberately kept watching her, they would surely have noticed. Only then did she understand that Lu Ye had not thrown her onto the tiger's back out of kindness—he had given her the chance to send word. Laughably, she had thought her submission had lulled him into lowering his guard.
If that was truly the case, then the information she had just sent Feng Lianju was an absolute disaster.
And everything that had happened earlier was merely a performance—a performance of Luring the Snake Out...
"Boundless Pavilion's camp wasn't under attack?" Feng Yue's head swam. Recalling Ding Yushu and Cao Huahong's expressions earlier, they had not seemed to be feigning it.
"Boundless Pavilion's camp was indeed under attack. But compared to Ten Forms Mountain, I'm more interested in the Feng Clan."
Ding Yushu had already led his