Whether he had trusted the right people, Meng Chuan could not yet say.
But he had his doubts.
If this had been Zhang Sanfeng when he had first joined the group, Meng Chuan would certainly have believed him.
The venerable Daoist master might not have been a flawless Saint, but he would never have taken words out of context or stabbed someone in the back.
As for now...
Meng Chuan was not so sure.
He would trust him for the time being. It was not as though he had a choice.
"Uncle Ling, why are you spacing out?" Yaoyao leaned toward Meng Chuan and asked curiously, "Are your friends chatting with you?"
"Yes." Meng Chuan nodded. "We're discussing something."
Yaoyao suddenly felt a chill in the air, as if pairs of eyes were watching her.
A shiver even ran down her back. It felt as though someone were breathing beside her ear.
"Then I won't disturb you. You all carry on." Yaoyao made her escape. "I still have things to do. See you, Uncle Ling."
Scary. So scary.
She knew it was all an illusion, but Yaoyao still felt this was no place to linger.
She would call Chu Feng back later and have him keep Uncle Ling's ghost friends company.
Yaoyao made up her mind.
What Yaoyao did not know was that pairs of eyes really were watching her.
"Yaoyao? She's Number One Under the Starry Sky from Primordial Earth in the Sacred Ruins Era, isn't she?" The Ancient One asked.
"That's right." Meng Chuan nodded.
For everyone who knew the "story," hearing Meng Chuan say Yaoyao's name was enough to place her.
"If I remember correctly, she's a descendant of Ye Fan's?" Lu Mingfei perked up. "By that reckoning, given my relationship with Ye Fan, she ought to