Cen Lingyi paid Jiang Cheng no heed. Her clear eyes rested quietly on Chu Mo as she spoke slowly, her voice as sweet as the plucked strings of a jade zither.
"Who are you?"
Heaven's Will's promise had fallen upon this man just now.
In her eyes, the man below was clearly nothing more than a Foundation Establishment servant, yet the strength he displayed had reached Golden Core. The discrepancy between reality and her perception was deeply uncanny.
An intangible pressure made the Two-Aspect Treasure Mirror tremble faintly, as though someone were calling to it and it might vanish at any moment.
Chu Mo clamped a hand over it and stuffed it into his [Inventory], then looked up at the woman with a smile.
"A nameless nobody, not worth mentioning. If you have other business, fellow Daoist, please go ahead. I shall take my leave."
With that, his figure faded, dissipating like a wisp of smoke. An incense stick's worth of time had passed. Since Youzhen had succeeded, there was no need for him to stay and get entangled here.
After all, the woman before him did not look easy to deal with.
Cen Lingyi gazed at the spot where Chu Mo had disappeared, her dark brows drawing together slightly.
Beside her, Jiang Cheng's mind raced at the sight. He could not tell whether the two truly did not know each other or were merely putting on an act.
But on reflection, someone of Cen Lingyi's standing had no need to put on a show for him. Besides, even if it really was an act, he ought to pretend ignorance. At that thought, Jiang Cheng immediately spoke. "True Person Cen, that man's Daoist name is Youzhen. He is a Harmony Truth Disciple of the Tribulation Deliverance Gate." "Tribulation Deliverance?"
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