Yu Ci very much wanted to catch up with Gan Shizhen, but the time, place, and atmosphere were all unsuitable. He could only leave it at that and turn to Madam Huanyong. "Uncle-Master Gan is exhausted in body and mind. Take her to rest. Sect Master Yang and I will handle things here."
With that tone, he had effectively established their superior-subordinate relationship before the world.
For now, whether it was Extreme Ancestor or Yang Zhu, both remained remarkably calm. But once this news spread, the reactions of every side would be well worth pondering.
Yu Ci had not wanted this either. Naturally, he had wanted to keep Madam Huanyong as a trump card in his hand, only throwing her out to smash someone at a critical moment—though before a mighty figure like Madame Yellow Springs, so skilled in intelligence analysis, whether he concealed it or not meant little. Anyone with a mind could trace the clues hidden within through the connection between Madam Huanyong and Ghost Weary.
But there was still a difference between making a formal appearance and not.
Yet because of Yang Zhu, this trump card had been exposed before Extreme Ancestor, an enemy worthy of being called formidable. If Yu Ci said he was not annoyed, he would be lying.
Madam Huanyong did not care much. She softly acknowledged the order, then, with impeccable courtesy, bowed once more toward the depths of the Frozen Silence Demon Kingdom. Just as she was about to leave, Gan Shizhen spoke first.
"Sect Master."
If she had been speaking to Yu Ci, he might still have found a way to cut her off. But now, things were difficult.
And Gan Shizhen said only those two words, yet her meaning was plain as day: she wanted Yang Zhu to speak.
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