Listening to the two probe each other with every word, Fei Jingxin wore a strange expression. From the moment Bai Yu and Beitang Piaoxue met, both had carried their own agendas; even their conversation was filled to the brim with testing. Just listening to this way of getting along tired her out.
Though she had once overseen a major power, at heart, she had merely been an influential mascot and a pillar of support. A specialized team had handled all the large and small affairs within the sect.
Watching the pair, Fei Jingxin inexplicably felt that she had overlooked far too many details in the Midstream. Take Bai Yu, for instance—still so young, yet as shrewd and inscrutable as an old fox.
She dared say that if, back in the Midstream, she had not formed a good relationship with Bai Yu but had instead clashed with him, she would definitely have been the one to suffer.
Even if her strength at the time had been utterly crushing to Bai Yu, in every other respect, she had been far inferior to him.
And now, the gap between them had completely reversed.
At that thought, Fei Jingxin's feelings became complicated. Perhaps it was precisely because of this that, when dealing with the Sword Burial Sect, she had suffered a loss after being caught off guard.
Perhaps she truly needed to learn from Bai Yu in the future—learn how to guard against such traps in everyday dealings.
Bai Yu smiled faintly at Beitang Piaoxue's words but did not respond. Instead, he continuously scanned the surroundings with his Delusion-Breaking Golden Eyes.
He was not particularly flustered by the exposure of his identity. It merely meant a little more trouble.
And since his identity was already known, there was no longer any need to conceal