"Is that true? If so, nothing could be better!"
"Does the Saintess have some ingenious plan?"
Situ Yuan's voice was gentle, his expression thoroughly amiable, giving others the feeling of being bathed in a spring breeze.
Anyone standing here would never think that Situ Yuan before them could be an enemy.
Yet, upon seeing this, Shi Mengting did not lower her guard in the slightest because of his attitude. Instead, a trace of wariness flickered deep within her eyes.
The truly frightening enemies were not those who openly drew their blades and declared their intent to kill you, but those who hid behind the scenes—who greeted you with smiles, made you feel entirely at ease in their company, yet could turn on you without warning and stab you in the back at any moment!
In Shi Mengting's eyes at this moment, Situ Yuan was precisely the latter kind of person!
And she also believed
that if she could not produce a plan convincing enough for him, he would surely turn hostile next!
Even after all the plans had been carried out and the target had been dealt with as a matter of course, if she was not prepared, he would undoubtedly kill the donkey once it had left the millstone, eliminating her to prevent future trouble!
Heh. The righteous path, the demonic path.
A mocking thought could not help but flash through Shi Mengting's mind.
Fellow disciples slaughtering one another, going back on one's word, betraying trust and honor—if one judged whether someone was a righteous or demonic cultivator purely by their character, then Situ Yuan was one hundred percent a demonic cultivator!
Yet now, his identity was that of a lofty righteous-path prodigy!
How utterly ironic!
What righteous path, what demonic path? In the end, it was nothing more