Xi Yan looked at Hu Xiaotian, who was impervious to every appeal, and truly felt helpless. She had now fallen completely behind. In cunning, he was no worse than she was; in shamelessness, he surpassed her a hundredfold. Her martial arts, the one thing in which she could best him, had now been sealed by Qin Yutong, leaving her no way to use them. At the thought of Qin Yutong, hatred welled up in Xi Yan's heart. If that woman had not interfered, she would not have ended up thwarted at every turn. She asked softly, "How much do you know about that demoness?"
Hu Xiaotian laughed. In his opinion, "demoness" suited Xi Yan better. Though Qin Yutong was aloof, she did not commit evil deeds the way Xi Yan did.
Xi Yan said, "Do you know she's from the Heavenly Mystery Hall?"
Hu Xiaotian nodded.
Xi Yan sneered. "The Heavenly Mystery Hall has always claimed to uphold the righteous path. Outwardly, they're lofty and proud, but in truth they're the court's running dogs. They collude with the court like wolves and jackals, bullying their fellow Martial World practitioners. That's how they gained their exalted position today. By helping her harm me, you're simply helping a tyrant perpetrate his atrocities."
Hu Xiaotian said, "I'm not helping anyone. I just want to reach Xiezhou in peace. It's best if everyone leaves everyone else alone. Once we arrive, I'll finish my assignment, dust off my backside, and leave. Whatever happens afterward will have nothing to do with me."
Xi Yan said, "Aren't you worried she might be the one who wants to kill the Prince of Zhou?"
Hu Xiaotian said, "Your tongue really is as nimble as a reed pipe. Let me ask you this: why did you travel over mountains and