Su Wanqing was not moved by his humble attitude. She tapped her fingertips lightly against the smooth tabletop, her gaze slowly roaming True Person Yu Qing's face, as though weighing how much truth his words held, how much falsehood, and how much unspoken calculation.
"Then I'd like to hear the specific plan." She finally spoke, a trace of amusement in her voice, and swept her gaze around the hall. "I imagine the other fellow cultivators would like to know as well."
True Person Yu Qing nodded, as if he had expected the question. Rather than answer immediately, he turned his head slightly, looking past those beside him to rest his gaze on one person.
Jing Cangyi.
Ever since returning to his seat, Jing Cangyi had sat quietly, looking more relaxed than most people present as he idly pinched his fingertips. He seemed to have taken none of what had just happened to heart.
Only when True Person Yu Qing looked his way did he stop what he was doing and calmly meet Su Wanqing's gaze.
"It's actually quite simple," he said. "Family Head Su merely needs to fight someone using her true abilities. We only need a drop of blood drawn during the fight."
Several people frowned at those words. If all they needed was a drop of blood, they could easily take it in private. There was no need to specify "during the fight." Could blood shed in combat really differ from a drop squeezed out of a pricked fingertip?
Su Wanqing had evidently thought of this as well. One eyebrow rose slightly, and she finally grew genuinely serious. "In other words, blood shed during combat makes it easier to detect any concealed demonic qi?"
Jing Cangyi nodded and leaned forward slightly, his tone growing more solemn. "Whatever secret