Seeing Hu Sanniang's anxious, unsettled appearance, Lu Chen stood with his hands behind his back, a half-smile curling at his lips.
"What are you panicking for?"
"I... I'm not, sir."
That look again.
Before, and now as well!
Just what had Zhao Wuya told him?
At this moment, Hu Sanniang would have been lying if she claimed she felt no guilt.
—Oh, it seems this Red-Fate Dharma Robe really is formidable.
With this magical treasure's aid, Lu Chen could clearly sense that all of the other party's false feelings and pretenses were laid bare before him.
It seemed Zhao Wuya had not lied—Hu Sanniang indeed had a problem, and it was no small one.
During their earlier private talk, Zhao Wuya had already laid everything out without reserve.
His successful ambush and killing of Li Qingyuan had been far from as easy as Hu Sanniang had claimed.
Their so-called smooth entry into City God Street had not involved swaggering in openly with the City God Token. Hu Sanniang had secretly pulled strings and covered for them.
And the attack on Li Qingyuan had also been the work of several of them joining forces.
Hu Sanniang had poisoned Li Qingyuan's tea beforehand with a gu poison capable of binding the Primordial Spirit.
That was what had greatly diminished his magical power.
Otherwise, no matter how weak a provincial City God might be, there was no way he would allow several mortals to slaughter as they pleased on his own turf.
One had to know that within City God Street, when gods attacked mortals, they were not restricted by the Heavenly Dao at all. They could fight with everything they had.
As for why Hu Sanniang had betrayed Li Qingyuan, according to Zhao Wuya's recounting of her words, she could no longer