"Why was he so good to Xiao Bei?
Could his friend be the man who took Xiao Bei's original yin?"
A startling suspicion surfaced in her mind.
The White-Clad Woman was suddenly taken aback, and her expression grew exceedingly complicated.
There was no love or hate in this world without reason.
She knew Gu Huaibei's relationships very well. In all the hundreds of years she had cultivated, no man had ever dared show Gu Huaibei any special attention.
In fact, not just Gu Huaibei—all the Thirteen Peaks' leaders, even the Palace Mistress, would never spare a man so much as a glance. So normally, no man would go out of his way to show them kindness.
Yet this "Zhou Jintian" wanted to undo the seal Jiang Lingyin had placed on Gu Huaibei, restoring her freedom to some extent. The White-Clad Woman immediately connected him to the man who had taken her beloved disciple's original yin.
"Hmph. Even if it isn't him, it's bound to be someone close."
The White-Clad Woman gave a cold snort, seething with rage.
Taking her beloved disciple's original yin was no different from cutting off Gu Huaibei's path to the Great Dao. It was a blood feud, and naturally, as her master, she hated him just as much.
"Is this man trying to get his hands on the Soul-Calming Flower for Gu Huaibei, or does he have some other motive?"
She murmured to herself.
By rights, Gu Huaibei hadn't yet begun cultivating the Ninth Revolution Technique, so she had no use for the Soul-Calming Flower yet.
So this man must have some other reason for wanting it.
A white blur flashed.
Jiang Lingyin appeared in the prison as suddenly as a ghost.
"Master, you seem troubled. What's on your mind?" Jiang Lingyin fixed her deep gaze