"..."
Meanwhile, on the way back to the inn, Su Yueli's brows knitted slightly as she digested the information she had just learned.
Shen Huai'an's performance did not seem to have been an act...
The indifference and bewilderment he had shown when mentioning his own elder brother, Shen Qing'an, made it seem more like he simply knew nothing—or had been completely brainwashed and misled by the sect.
Of course, the human heart was separated by a belly. Perhaps this fellow had done some dirty deeds in secret and was deliberately pretending to be innocent.
The Azure Moon Sect was a vast immortal sect, its waters deep beyond measure. Thoroughly getting to the bottom of it would never be easy.
With her current strength, she was still far from being able to march up to their door and demand an explanation by force.
At that thought, she clenched her fists. Her strength... was still not enough.
Just as she was silently calculating, a faint chill suddenly ran down her spine. She vaguely sensed a concealed yet immensely powerful pressure tailing her from behind.
It seemed to be the white-haired elder from the Spirit Tea Pavilion.
Su Yueli raised a brow and sneered inwardly. This old fellow really won't let it go. He actually followed me out.
At that moment, in the shadows of a street not far away, the white-haired elder hovered in the air in concealment, staring fixedly at Su Yueli's back with his brows furrowed into a deep crease.
He swept her repeatedly with his divine sense. No matter how he looked at it, the young woman in the azure dress before him was merely a pure martial artist.
Other than somewhat robust fluctuations of Qi and Blood within her body, she did not possess even a wisp of