After Yu Xiao left, Shui Yuan took out a small pill furnace and many precious herbs. After a flurry of work, she concocted the herbs into emerald-green medicinal juice, while Lu Ye assisted at her side.
Lu Ye did not understand medicinal theory, but he could still handle some simple tasks.
"After this, come back with me. Stay at the Main Sect for a while and lie low."
Lu Ye remained silent.
Shui Yuan stopped moving and stared at him without blinking.
To be honest, when Second Senior Sister treated someone well, she truly treated them well. During his time at the Crimson Blood Sect, Lu Ye had been cared for by her in every conceivable way. But when someone who was usually so gentle suddenly looked at him with icy eyes, he felt a little uneasy.
"Speak."
Left with no choice, Lu Ye thought for a moment before saying, "Senior Sister, since Myriad Demon Ridge has already set its sights on me, merely lying low won't help. Unless I never return to the Spirit Stream Battlefield again, or hide in our own camp forever—but that isn't realistic. I'm already at Tier Eight. It isn't proper for me to keep staying in the Outer Circle."
"That is why I'm telling you to return to the Main Sect."
"This is what I was thinking, Senior Sister." Lu Ye leaned closer and whispered to Shui Yuan for a while, laying out the plan he had long harbored in his heart.
Shui Yuan had initially listened with some impatience, but after a moment, her expression eased as she saw through Lu Ye's intentions. "So you want to fake your death?"
"That's right. Myriad Demon Ridge should know by now that I've been poisoned by a deadly toxin, and it isn't a secret that