Dao Lord Qing Ci never answered any of Chu Luohen's questions. He merely said in an indifferent voice, "When the time comes for you to know certain things, you will know them."
Chu Luohen knew that asking further would probably yield nothing, so he closed his mouth and once again sank into an all-consuming silence.
At that moment, neither of them knew that their conversation had already reached Su Jiu's ears by another means.
Although Su Jiu was still talking with the Buddha Child, Yun Huanling, and Ning Fan, the wind spirit was relaying information beside her ear, allowing her to hear every word of the two men's conversation.
It was also this conversation that abruptly made Su Jiu realize her earlier oversight. Indeed, back in the Mirror-Image World, they had clearly had such a powerful source of support. Why had she forgotten this man's existence?
From the spirits around her to every disciple of the Enforcement Hall and the Shadow Pavilion, not one had thought to ask Dao Lord Qing Ci for help.
Just what had this man done to hide himself so completely within everyone else's memories?
Before Su Jiu could ponder that question further, however, an extremely faint cry for help suddenly came from nearby.
The cries were intermittent, and the person sounded as though their breath was already terribly weak.
Su Jiu heard them, and naturally, everyone else did too.
Yun Huanling glanced back at the entrance, which was still visible, then looked toward the pitch-black darkness ahead. He whispered cautiously beside Su Jiu's ear, "Why don't we go around? I keep feeling that someone crying for help at a time like this might be a trap laid by some ghost or monster."
Su Jiu froze for a moment, then smiled helplessly. "We're still on the