Drunken Immortal Tower.
Ji Yuan looked at Qingyang Yu across from him, unable to suppress his curiosity.
Was Qingyang Yu alone connected to the Demon God Continent, or was the entire Eight Trigrams Sect involved?
The two possibilities meant very different things.
If only Qingyang Yu had ties to the Demon God Continent, it might be nothing more than a personal opportunity or a private deal.
But if the entire Eight Trigrams Sect was entangled with the Demon God Continent, then the waters behind its relentless campaign against the Heavenly Fox Clan ran far deeper.
He had no time to think it through.
Qingyang Yu was still sitting opposite him.
After Ji Yuan said, "Is your Eight Trigrams Sect teaching our Partridge Lineage how to conduct its affairs?" Qingyang Yu's expression changed.
He wanted to lash out, but the weight of the words Partridge Lineage pressed down on him and forced everything he wanted to say back down his throat.
After several breaths of silence, Qingyang Yu lowered his head.
"I wouldn't dare."
A moment later, he took a deep breath and raised his head again, his face now arranged into an expression of concern.
"The Partridge Lineage's might shakes the Human Realm. How would I dare tell you what to do? It's just that—those not of our kind can never share our hearts."
"I'm only worried that the Heavenly Fox Clan's honeyed words might deceive the Partridge Lineage. If you truly join forces with those fox demons, I'm afraid you'll suffer badly for it someday."
Ji Yuan narrowed his eyes.
He looked at Qingyang Yu's earnest face with a smile that was not quite a smile.
Then he returned Qingyang Yu's words to him exactly as spoken. "That's right. Those not of our kind can never share our hearts."