Yu Manlou courteously saw Fang Shu and the other off, but the moment he heard Fang Shu's words, his expression froze.
The air around them seemed to solidify.
Only after several breaths did Yu Manlou break into laughter. "Junior Brother Hu truly is mischievous. How could such a joke be made? Besides, Yu does not have that kind of nerve."
He pointed at Fang Shu, then at Qi Yuexin, shaking his head like a rattle drum.
"Two direct disciples—and Junior Sister Qi is one of the Immortal Prefecture's few Golden Core prospects. If anything went wrong, how could my Yu Family bear the burden? Even if my hands were spotless, Yu would not be able to clear himself of suspicion."
That made sense.
Upon hearing it, Qi Yuexin's gaze immediately relaxed slightly.
Indeed, killing two direct disciples in one stroke was not a crime a mere Longtail Tribe could bear. Moreover, they had not yet left the Vast Sea region. It would be difficult for Yu Manlou to shift the blame onto other Dao veins, while an investigation from the Immortal Prefecture would be all the easier. Hearing this, Fang Shu also nodded, as though his earlier words had truly been no more than an attempt to bluff the other party.
He smiled and cupped his hands. "Just a jest. Please forgive me, Senior Brother Yu."
Yu Manlou waved a hand and hurriedly said it was nothing.
But before he could finish speaking, his pupils contracted sharply again, and he swiftly retreated to the side.
Whoosh, whoosh! A streak of white light and several streaks of black light passed by Yu Manlou's side with scarcely a hair's breadth to spare.
"You—what are you doing?!" Yu Manlou's expression changed drastically as he shouted.
Those streaks of spiritual light had been unleashed