Ye Han's mind was a muddled mess. His gaze swept across the unfamiliar room as he sat rigidly on the bed, motionless.
Slowly, scenes from Fangyuan Village flashed through his mind.
After a long silence, Ye Han lowered his voice. "Aren't you afraid of a backlash from my fate mold?"
"A backlash? Have you forgotten your oath? As long as I didn't seek to harm you, you wouldn't hold me accountable even if I did something that hurt you. I took the Heaven-and-Earth Ring, but I didn't injure you. That oath is over."
Ye Han recalled his earlier oath, and a chill spread through his entire body. He had never imagined that Li Qingxian had already been plotting to take his Heaven-and-Earth Ring back then.
He felt a faint pain in his wrist and looked down. The crimson scar resembled a red cord embedded in his skin.
"Was this your doing?" Ye Han glared at Li Qingxian.
"I drew a little of your blood to unravel the Eerie," Li Qingxian said solemnly.
Ye Han's face paled. "What else did you do to me while I was unconscious?"
Li Qingxian smiled and patted Ye Han's shoulder, but did not answer. He merely said, "From now on, the great road stretches to heaven, and we each take our own side. Agreed?"
Ye Han recalled scene after scene from the Eerie Village. A chill rose from the depths of his heart, and he became even more convinced that Li Qingxian also had a mysterious old man behind him.
"Agreed!" Ye Han said through gritted teeth.
"Good."
Ye Han regretted it the very next moment and pleaded softly, "There's a page from a golden book inside. It's no use to you, so perhaps..."
"I used it," Li Qingxian said, utterly untroubled.
"You..." Ye Han