Bai Yuqing frowned, deeply displeased. "If this dual cultivation technique is so effective, why didn't you come to me, your master? Why insist on finding that member of the Demon Clan?"
"???"
"The Demon Clan's aura is overpowering. How could your mortal body withstand it?"
"..."
He felt his master was simply showing normal concern for him.
And yet, didn't something seem a little off?
Bai Yuqing's expression cooled as she posed a question that could get him killed.
"Or do you believe my cultivation is inferior to that of the Demon Clan?"
"I would never dare!"
"Then why must you choose the Demon Clan? Did he bewitch you?"
"..."
Well...
Should I shift the blame?
Remembering how his last few attempts to shift the blame had come full circle until he ended up shouldering everything himself, he decided silence was best.
Bai Yuqing stared at the Dual Cultivation Manual, her brows tightly knit, seemingly hesitating over something.
After a long while, she suddenly asked, "Do you intend to continue dual cultivation?"
Xiao Qinghe: "???!!!"
Meanwhile, outside the Demon-Slaying Sect.
Ghostly shadows haunted half a mountain of graves, letting out mournful, piercing cries.
Gently waving his folding fan, Yan Yunhe kicked a wretched man into the grave-covered mountain. Bound tightly in the Immortal-Binding Lock, the man was already barely breathing.
"You shameless wretch! Not content with murdering your wife, you even stole her Spirit Pill and slaughtered innocent people! Do you still remember these souls who died unjustly?"
As his words fell, hundreds upon hundreds of spirits swooped down, instantly engulfing the wretched man.
Ghostly mist coiled around him, leaving only his agonized screams ringing endlessly through the air.
At some point, the City Lord and his steward had clung to each other, their legs weak and their faces pale.