Wu Yue Divine Prohibition, Purple Dust (Part Two)

Through Gui Yan's perspective, Yu Ci looked down at the female cultivator before him, who should have stayed far away yet had returned to this dangerous place. After a brief thought, he said, "If we are speaking of the agreement between us, why put on such a posture?" Jian Ziyu had kept her head bowed, her voice calm and detached. "The human heart is never satisfied. Given an inch, it demands a foot." "Oh?" "If Gui Yan were still merely Gui Yan, Ziyu would only seek to escape intact. Having betrayed the Western Sect, and with the Great Tribulation of Heaven and Earth descending, I would still have a few decades of freedom... But since figures like Gui Yan are nothing more than puppets upon the stage, then the one with whom Ziyu made her agreement must be Senior. Naturally, I must strive further, unlike before." Yu Ci could not help laughing at that, but he caught something in her words. "You know quite a lot." This made no sense. Jian Ziyu was thousands of miles away, and their realms were worlds apart. How could she understand the situation here so clearly? It was as though the conflicts between him, Old Crow, and Madam Huanyong had all been within her grasp. "I ask Senior to judge this clearly." Jian Ziyu finally raised her head. Yu Ci was startled to see that her complexion was truly poor. Moreover, her breath had become unsteady with that one sentence, clearly showing severe damage to her vital energy. As the female cultivator spoke, purple light flickered around her. The Purple Dust Red Dust Lamp had already been brought forth, its radiance piercing the gloom and forming a hazy region. Its atmosphere was dark and chilling; though confined to one corner, it contained endless phantom