Xia Yun's words carried a profound meaning, especially the latter half. With a guilty conscience, the female cultivator naturally caught his double meaning. She dared not say anything more and stepped aside.
But who would have thought Xia Yun had no intention of letting her off? "You originally came here with Luo Cheng, didn't you?"
The female cultivator froze, and the unease she had just set aside rose within her again.
She gave a stiff reply.
Xia Yun remained silent for several breaths before asking, "Why aren't you following Luo Cheng to complete the task he ought to be doing?"
The female cultivator shook her head. "I am a Vast Righteousness Sect Disciple. Faced with something this serious, I naturally cannot stand by with folded arms."
Xia Yun chuckled. Most people would not have discerned the meaning behind that chuckle, but the female cultivator was sensitive enough to find it deeply unsettling.
Her face flushed red. She kept feeling that Xia Yun was mocking her. His gaze was far too frightening, as though he could see straight through to the secrets hidden at the bottom of someone's heart.
"You're very fond of Xia Jue, aren't you?"
The female cultivator's body stiffened like a steel plate. Fortunately, Xia Yun had transmitted those words through divine sense, sparing her public humiliation, but her fear of him only deepened.
"Tsk, it's been like this since we were children. Wherever he appears, I, his older brother, always get pushed to the sidelines.
"Clearly, I was born first, yet those tiresome people only ever say I bear a slight resemblance to him. Utterly ridiculous."
As Xia Yun muttered to himself, he touched his mask. It was easy to see how pleased he was with it. Though it covered only half his face, far fewer people