Ye Qingfeng's expression was full of puzzlement. Compared with when she had first smuggled herself into this realm two hundred years ago, her control over her expressions had improved by far more than a little.
That made the Star-Plucking Venerable hesitate.
He had just asked to inspect Ye Qingfeng's Grotto-Heaven on the grounds that the Blue Star Sect's seventh-stage Spirit-Gathering Formation had been stolen, but there truly were no treasures inside.
Even her spirit talismans and similar supplies had been exhausted.
At the same time, he had learned from Venerable Golden Swan that Qixuan Valley had also participated in the plan back then. He certainly had to give Venerable Golden Swan and the Soul-Destroying Saint Lord their due respect.
Otherwise, who would dare work for Soul-Repelling City in the future? Who would dare participate in such plans?
But there was no way he would simply give up. His gaze gradually became like a star that devoured people, as though it sought to take possession of Ye Qingfeng's eyes.
"Fellow Daoist Star Plucker, it is perfectly normal for things to go wrong on the Wildlands Continent. In the future, your sect members had best avoid going there when carrying treasures!" Venerable Golden Swan interrupted.
Those words seemed to remind Ye Qingfeng of something, and she turned her eyes toward the Star-Plucking Venerable.
Then she looked toward Venerable Golden Swan with a hint of humiliation.
"Lord Venerable Golden Swan, someone must have tipped them off for the Jade Soul Race and Thunder Rain Race to hunt us down this time. Otherwise, how could outsiders have learned of something only our Qixuan Valley knew about?"
"My poor Junior Brother Jia had only been in the Spirit Realm for sixty years!" Ye Qingfeng's words were filled with grief. There was anger in them, but