Ye Yu did not respond. Instead, he carefully surveyed his surroundings as the power of Karma within him circulated, ceaselessly striking at his sea of consciousness.
He wanted to determine whether what stood before his eyes was truly an illusion.
Murong Chen turned to look at Ye Yu. Seeing his expression, he immediately chuckled. He naturally knew what Ye Yu was doing. "No need to worry too much. The Haotian Mirror has already bound most of my power. I cannot employ any tricks."
"Of course, if you die here, you are truly dead. The same goes for you and me alike."
Ye Yu raised his head and glanced at Murong Chen. Light flickered in his eyes, and no one knew what he was thinking.
"Let's talk. It has been a long time since I last spoke with anyone. This time, either you die or I perish. Before death, I would also like to find someone and have a proper conversation." Murong Chen said with a genial smile.
Ye Yu pondered for a moment. After a long while, he suddenly smiled and nodded. "Sure."
Seeing Ye Yu agree, a trace of mockery flashed through Murong Chen's eyes. Then he led Ye Yu through the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion.
"I never imagined that you were not a Defier of Fate. I spent my whole life watching hawks, only to have one peck out my eye in the end." Murong Chen walked slowly beneath the green shade and sighed.
"Who said I am not a Defier of Fate? I am one." Ye Yu's voice was calm.
Murong Chen froze upon hearing this, then gave Ye Yu an amused look. "Saying it with your mouth and believing it in your heart are not the same thing."
"So long as I do not say it, who