"Little Ninth, did you run into a Death Spirit Master earlier?"
Dongfang Minghui had barely stepped out of the cave when her uncle stopped her. She spread her hands helplessly. "Uncle, luckily Ding Ding warned me beforehand. Otherwise, I probably couldn't have guarded against it."
"Yep, yep!" Ding Ding never missed a chance to claim credit. "Little Ninth, fish slices, meat slices."
"I know, I know. Once we catch that villain, I'll make them for you."
"Oh, then I'll help Little Ninth catch the villain."
Qian Ziyan glanced at Ding Ding nestled against Little Ninth's shoulder and said with a stern face, "I heard the plan you discussed with the Dragon God."
Dongfang Minghui wasn't surprised. She had driven all the dragons out of this cave, leaving only the three of them. Seeing the subtle look on Qian Ziyan's face, she asked tentatively, "Do you disagree, Uncle? The Dragon God seemed quite dismissive of my suggestion just now. It almost felt like he was mocking me."
"Ahem."
Qian Ziyan pursed his lips in a faint smile. "Following the vine to find the melon might work, but it takes considerable effort. You could be waiting ten days, half a month, or even longer. If they don't contact one another, you'll only have found a single person."
Hearing this, Dongfang Minghui realized he was right. Her method might bring a moment's satisfaction, but it could easily beat the grass and startle the snake, complicating matters and leaving her utterly passive instead. No wonder the Dragon God hadn't said a word for so long earlier. He had been looking down on her intelligence. She deflated like a punctured ball. "What do we do now, then? Do you have a better idea, Uncle?"
Qian Ziyan also loathed these Death Spirit Masters to the marrow.