Yan Huan's sudden switch of sides caught everyone off guard. The corner of Baoyun's eye twitched, and his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
Those emotion-path practitioners of the Immortal Garden truly were fickle and heartless, turning hostile at the drop of a hat. One moment she had been exchanging private assurances with him; the next, she was smiling cheerfully from the opposing side.
There had not been so much as a warning.
"Fellow Daoist Yan Huan, what is the meaning of this?" Baoyun suppressed the anger on his face and asked in a low voice.
"The meaning of what?" Yan Huan tilted her head, looking utterly innocent.
"Did This Venerable say anything wrong? When Xuanming was alive, Upper Mound bound him hand and foot with karmic debt, treating him as a plaything in its palm. Now that Xuanming is dead, you want to dump this mess on his successor."
"Fellow Daoist Baoyun, how could you do such a thing? If everyone cared only for their own interests, like Upper Mound, would Tribulation Deliverance ever get anywhere?"
Her words were earnest and sincere, as though she truly meant to persuade him. Yet the corner of Baoyun's eye, which he had only just brought under control, began twitching again.
What happened?
Looking at the bizarre situation before him, Chu Mo briefly doubted his own eyes. But just as he quietly edged a little closer to Zhi Su, a languid female voice suddenly rose in his heart.
"Young Fellow Daoist Youxuan, would you care to form a good-karma bond with the Immortal Garden?" !!!
His heart gave a sudden jolt. He hurriedly glanced toward Dao Venerable Yan Huan out of the corner of his eye, only to find her still needling Baoyun, as though she had done nothing