Duanmu Senqiu looked over in that direction and lowered his voice in praise, "Not bad, brother, you've already made contact with Half-Mountain Island. What's the next step? You must have a chest full of well-laid plans."
Before Yu Ci could respond, Ye Chi over there had already taken the initiative to greet him:
"Master Jiu Yan."
"Why did you come over as well?"
Ye Chi's greeting was very polite, yet Yu Ci's response revealed a sense of intimacy. The tones of the two were somewhat out of sync. How seasoned and sharp was Duanmu Senqiu beside them? He sensed it immediately, yet he pretended to be completely oblivious, chuckled, and backed off two steps to put some distance between them.
In the blink of an eye, the two walked together. This was actually a very eye-catching pair. At least a dozen gazes were cast from the peak, the vast majority of them being insiders who understood the relationship between Jiu Yan and Half-Mountain Island. Their gazes were filled with curiosity, eagerly wanting to see what kind of conversation this "combination," which profoundly stirred the sensitive situation of the East Sea, would turn out to be.
Yu Ci did not think too much of it. Although Ye Chi still harbored vigilance toward him, he had none. Since they had met, both sentiment and reason dictated that he should ask.
Ye Chi responded softly, "The Sword Discussion Pavilion has broadly invited fellow practitioners to jointly discuss strategies for breaking the demons. Within the range of the Donghua Mountain range, many have received sword tallies and sword slips, and I am among them."
"Is that so... How is Daoist Ye considering it?"
"In fact, I came specifically to find you this time."
"Oh?" A surge of joy rose in Yu Ci's heart. It