Volume One, Chapter Twelve
The fiery woman put on a pitiful expression and said aggrievedly, "We were harmed by a fake Immortal Bane, and this kind of power appeared within our bodies."
Zhao Fu's expression froze.
Qing Yao and the other women exchanged glances. Zhao Fu was the fake Immortal Bane, while the Immortal Bane the fiery woman spoke of was very likely the real one. Their expressions varied—some were delighted, some conflicted, some curious.
Qing Yao immediately said, "Take us to find him right now!"
Zhao Fu glanced at Qing Yao but said nothing.
The fiery woman said, "No problem. Also, Lord Immortal Bane, we have nowhere to go now. Could we follow by your side from now on? We'll serve you well."
Zhao Fu turned to look at Qing Yao, who answered without hesitation, "Yes!"
The fiery woman and the others rejoiced and thanked them again with a bow.
Afterward, everyone followed the fiery woman and her group as they flew in a certain direction.
Qing Yao looked at Zhao Fu beside her and asked softly, "Zhao Fu, do you mind this very much?"
Zhao Fu answered calmly, "No."
Qing Yao explained somewhat aggrievedly, "He is the real Immortal Bane. There has always been a reckoning between us and the Immortal Banes. I wanted to find him because of this."
Qing He angrily punched Zhao Fu. "You can't treat my sister like this. My sister and I have given so much for you—do you still not understand my sister's feelings?"
Zhao Fu had felt somewhat uncomfortable about Qing Yao's earlier behavior. Turning to see the tears glimmering in Qing Yao's aggrieved eyes, he said softly, "Sorry. Don't overthink it. I understand your feelings. Handle the matter of the Immortal Bane however you wish. I won't interfere in any