Outside the carriage, people's thoughts were chaotic, while inside, Daoist Qianbao seemed to have a pain in his chest and coughed.
Yu Ci glanced at him and smoothly shifted the topic. "Your society claims it doesn't wish to make an enemy of me. Could it be that this ambush happened because that Nangong fellow was disturbed by the demonic nature of a Parasitic Yuan Worm, leading him to such actions?"
Liu Xiandong was not shameless enough to lie with his eyes open. Furthermore, if he truly agreed to this, wouldn't the cultivators who had died earlier simply be written off?
He stumbled over his words, vague and unable to respond.
"If not that, then the Qionglu Society did this deliberately. I must ask, what are your intentions? Where is this respect you speak of?"
Yu Ci gazed at Liu Xiandong, his tone even, every word clear:
"Was Senior Uncle Qianbao my teacher or not?
"Did the Purple-Haired Daoist cultivate the Shangqing Sect's methods or not?
"Did the intelligence he held point to what the Shangqing Sect left behind?
"Saying one thing while meaning another, and acting inconsistently—is this your society's usual method?"
His divine ability merged with his momentum, effortless, pinning Liu Xiandong down so he could not make a sound.
Yu Ci also discovered that in the distance, within his range of perception, there was another True Person cultivator. Judging by the circulation of his vital energy, he should be the one who had released the Nether Demon Eye from the tribulation clouds earlier. Yet this person merely lingered far behind, watching Liu Xiandong stutter and squirm in embarrassment before Yu Ci, completely refusing to come forward.
Having finished berating Liu Xiandong, Yu Ci looked at Nangong Cheng's continually shriveling corpse and let out a cold laugh:
"To achieve