He Qing's voice still drifted into his ears. "The Xingtian Magic Sword is a major treasure of the sect. Its aura is linked to it; that may sound ethereal, but in the end, it is a matter of fate..."
In truth, He Qing's voice was what truly seemed ethereal, for Yu Ci had already shifted his attention elsewhere. Not far away, the Divine Intent Starbeam sent back information: within Monk Zhengyan's mind palace, something like a current of consciousness seemed to be stirring. Could he have awakened? Yet that fellow's soul was clearly still restrained... Yu Ci was distracted, and He Qing did not say much more. In the end, she merely said mildly, "The immortal path stretches long. Fate and karmic affinity come first. Once you have those, the rest is easy enough."
Hm? Yu Ci finally caught the hidden meaning in He Qing's words. He turned to look at her, a vague shadow forming in his mind, though he could not confirm it for the moment. Still, he possessed the basic social graces, so he smiled.
"Without Immortal He, this disciple would never have encountered such an affinity."
That was an expression of gratitude. No matter what He Qing had meant, there was no way this answer could be wrong. Besides, with He Qing's bearing, if she truly wished to speak to him, why would she beat around the bush? Hearing his reply, the female cultivator nodded. "You played no small part in digging out Blood Monk Tu Ling, that nail buried in Juebi City. But guard against arrogance and impatience. Do not become frivolous..."
Yu Ci blinked, then suddenly understood. He Qing intended to settle the matter of Juebi City once and for all. He smiled faintly and replied, "This disciple understands. In truth, I have not