"You didn't notice anything strange?" Ye Yu looked at the pitch-black village below and spoke.
As if realizing something, Fat Monk's expression changed drastically. He rushed down, only to discover that the village, bustling with life during the day, was now completely deserted.
The air still carried the stench of blood.
Ye Yu stood in midair, watching Fat Monk, who had gone madly from door to door below. He turned to Feng Qiwen beside him. "Have the people all been settled?"
"They've all been settled." Feng Qiwen nodded.
After Fat Monk returned, Ye Yu had Feng Qiwen come here.
Fat Monk had brazenly brought spirit stones over. That was no different from sending the villagers to their deaths.
By the time Feng Qiwen arrived, several Rogue Cultivators had already set their sights on the place.
The bloody smell in the air came from those Rogue Cultivators.
"Young Master, I'm curious. Why did you do this?" Feng Qiwen looked at the frenzied Fat Monk.
After pondering for a moment, Ye Yu said, "He's very strong. On this trip to Central Province, he would be good support. But if he keeps thinking this way, he won't be able to help me."
Feng Qiwen gave Ye Yu a long, deep look, then suddenly smiled. "Young Master, you're just like the Young Miss. Neither of you is honest, and you both like to hide yourselves."
"What do you mean by that?" Ye Yu shot Feng Qiwen a glance.
"The Young Miss is the same as you. On the surface, she looks like someone no one should approach, but she's actually a good person. Young Master, you did this because you saw your former self in Fat Monk, didn't you?" Feng Qiwen said with a smile.
As those words fell, Ye Yu's hand behind his