On Tianshu Peak, that sudden prying aura appeared swiftly and vanished in a flash, almost too faint to detect, yet it carried an indescribable sense of scrutiny.
But... how could such a change possibly escape Su Shi'er?
Su Shi'er slowly raised his head, his gaze passing over the clustered peaks as he looked toward Tianshu Peak in the distance.
The next moment, he withdrew his gaze and looked again at Yi Chunqiu before him.
"Let's talk inside."
His gaze passed over Yi Chunqiu and landed on the courtyard of the Waste Pill House.
As his calm voice fell, Su Shi'er stepped forward and walked toward the courtyard.
Behind him, Feng Jianxing's gaze likewise swept over Yi Chunqiu.
A strange look flashed quickly through the depths of his eyes, but he said nothing more and merely followed in silence.
Outside the courtyard, Yi Chunqiu stood rooted to the spot in a daze.
Looking at that back ahead of him—so familiar, yet long since far beyond his reach—his eyes, for a moment, reddened of their own accord.
Only after a while did he finally force down the surging emotions in his heart, bend to pick up the broom on the ground, and stagger after them into the courtyard.
The courtyard was not large, and its furnishings were extremely simple.
One stone table, two wooden chairs; in the corner were piled quite a few low-grade spirit herbs, along with waste pills sorted by category that had yet to be cleared away.
If one looked only at this scene, it truly seemed like some forgotten corner of the sect.
Yet the more it was so, the more a chill rose in Su Shi'er's heart.
Given Yi Chunqiu's status, background, and relationship with Zhu Hanwei, even if he was not heavily valued, he absolutely should