After bidding farewell to Wei Kan, Wei Jianxing, and the others, Zhang Yuan, Zhao Lian, and Xie Jingxin left under the escort of the Imperial City guards.
Wei Liu's brows were tightly knitted. She watched Zhang Yuan until he disappeared from sight before slowly withdrawing her gaze, her emotions tangled.
She was grateful that Zhang Yuan had saved her life again.
But she also resented him.
When they had left White Tree City, Zhang Yuan had not gone with her, merely wishing them a smooth journey. Yet only a few days later, he had followed Zhao Lian to Roselight Capital instead.
What was that supposed to mean?
Did he look down on her?
Stinking Daoist.
With Zhao Lian leading the way, they entered the central Imperial City of Roselight Capital without obstruction.
They walked along a broad, quiet carriageway in the Imperial City.
Zhang Yuan's steps were light as he surveyed everything in Roselight Capital. He rubbed the back of his head, which was still a little damp, then shifted his gaze to Xie Jingxin and saw the Ghost Deity's head she carried.
Wasn't that the head of Duanlu, the Right Auxiliary?
Had Xie Jingxin killed him?
Ugh!
She couldn't get anything right, but she sure could ruin things. I'd been hoping to make good use of him next time we met and see if I could reach the Nether Bureau with a single click. Well, wonderful.
Now that we'd met again, all that remained of him was a head.
"Do you want it?"
Xie Jingxin's senses were keen. Noticing Zhang Yuan looking at the head in her hand, she tilted her head and asked.
Who would want that thing?
Zhang Yuan's mouth twitched. "No," he refused.
"Oh."
Xie Jingxin nodded and drew back the head she had offered