"Well? Wasn't I impressive?"
Zhiyang raised his chin, casually picked up a cup of tea from the table, and drained it in one gulp.
He was in poor condition after the fight and, worried that there might be another ambush, dared not get too reckless. He had returned to the sect through the Great Void.
Inside the quiet chamber, Jiang Yang woke from meditation, opened his eyes, and said mildly:
"I told you not to stir up trouble. You killed a Divine Ability cultivator. I imagine the news will spread through all the countries in less than three days."
"I didn't stir up trouble. Trouble came knocking on its own."
Looking utterly unconcerned, Zhiyang took the Small Seal from his waist and tossed it up and down as he said:
"It's not as though you don't know the karma tied to this seal. It was bound to happen sooner or later."
Jiang Yang sighed at that and said softly:
"Those two fellow disciples did have a bond. Still, he was destined for bad luck, with this calamity waiting for him."
"I'm not so sure. Perhaps he was simply coveting this Spirit Artifact."
Zhiyang curled his lip as he recalled Wen Yong's changing expressions, then added:
"But we've certainly offended Locust Image Mountain beyond repair now. Two Divine Ability cultivators, one dead and one crippled. That'll leave them hurting for a while."
"Offended them? They can swallow it!"
Such matters had nothing to do with good or evil, only where one stood. Jiang Yang did not take it too much to heart either, merely saying:
"Let them find you first."
With the Peach Branch, Jiang Yang was entirely beyond divination and calculation. As long as he did not carelessly reveal Zhiyang again, no one could guess his true identity.
Wen Yong