Coroa looked utterly innocent. "Huh?" Had he said that?
Ye Chuqi pressed a hand to her forehead. Everything Coroa had done made one thing clear: he loved putting on an act. Perhaps he had lived so long that he needed to find ways to amuse himself.
Perhaps he also wanted to show Ye Chuqi his true self. But he should have known better. How could someone who had lived for thousands of years, stayed in contact with the outside world, and experienced all life had to offer still be innocent enough to let something slip? Even his truest self would have been worn beyond recognition by time.
"Lord Coroa, you don't have to talk in circles with me. It's exhausting." Every sentence took three turns and hid who knew how many meanings. Having to analyze every word was too much.
Can't we just talk normally?
Coroa clicked his tongue. "Is it that obvious?"
"Whether it's obvious doesn't matter. When did my Eldest Senior Brother find out? What did he do afterward, and what did he want you to tell me?" Ye Chuqi paused. "And where did he go after that? Is he still..." Is he still in this world?
Coroa was still alive. His way of surviving was a little strange, but she could accept it. Ye Chuqi felt that even if her Eldest Senior Brother existed in some other form, she could accept that too. Ghost cultivators existed in the Cultivation World. She could understand it even if he had become a wooden puppet.
Coroa chuckled, his voice finally sounding more sincere. "I thought you didn't care about Ye Changsheng at all."
Ye Changsheng had been right: time could change a great deal. Who knew what had become of the junior sister he remembered? Coroa certainly couldn't be sure