Sometimes, one thing could speak louder than ten thousand words.
The Heavenly Star Mirror was a spirit treasure of Crimson Cloud Cave. Back then, Mao Feng and the others had taken it with them; after several of them died, the treasure vanished without a trace.
Yet now, it had reappeared in Shen Yi's hands.
Red Cloud Child could certainly keep deceiving himself, telling himself that Shen Yi had seized the mirror from the monks. But such self-deception, like covering one's ears while stealing a bell, seemed rather meaningless.
As a Golden Immortal, after witnessing so much with his own eyes, it was impossible for him to have no suspicions... More likely, he simply did not wish to think in that direction.
The corner of his eye twitched faintly as he rubbed the mirror's handle hard. A lifeless face was reflected in its smooth surface.
"Is this meant to humiliate me?"
A bitter smile gradually surfaced on Red Cloud Child's face. He had once told many fellow disciples that those with straightforward tempers seemed doomed to be bullied.
Back then, he had believed Shen Yi was one of his kind. Alone, he had faced You Yao without taking half a step back; before Lingxu Zi, he had dared to state outright that his former master's vengeance remained unavenged; he had even taken the initiative to stand up for Chu Xi's disciple.
That was why Crimson Cloud Cave had later given him its full support.
Was Shen Yi now flaunting how he had played him for a fool from beginning to end?
"Think whatever you want."
Shen Yi offered no explanation. He merely tossed aside the bloodstained stone staff, casually sat beside Red Cloud Child, lazily crossed his legs, propped his elbows on the ground, and gazed absentmindedly toward the horizon.
"What