Yun Huanling did not actually know Su Jiu's true identity, but those fragments of memory had allowed him to make a few vague guesses.
If someone did not belong to this world yet could enter it, there were usually two possible explanations. First, they carried a mission even they knew nothing about. Second, they had been abandoned...
At this thought, Yun Huanling's train of thought abruptly stalled.
Perhaps those were merely two possibilities...
Something seemed to occur to him, and a trace of astonishment suddenly entered his eyes, only to disappear almost immediately.
Regardless of which possibility was true, however, it did not change the fact that the Heavenly Dao's suppression of Su Jiu was weakening.
No wonder she advanced so quickly...
After working this out, Yun Huanling let his gaze drift subtly toward Dao Lord Qing Ci beside him.
As for this man... whoever he was, he probably knew quite a lot.
Dao Lord Qing Ci was someone whose allegiance was truly impossible to discern.
For now, though, did he seem more friendly than otherwise? Yun Huanling left a question mark beside that thought rather than driving the final nail into the coffin.
"From the looks of it, this place should be safe for now."
Since Su Jiu had yet to awaken, many disciples sat down where they were to resume regulating their breathing. Naturally, the injured Buddha Child was among them. After all, he was neither Chu Luohen nor Yun Huanling. Though he was somewhat unconventional himself, he had never belonged to that special category of people.
Meanwhile, after confirming that Su Jiu was all right, Chu Luohen finally had time to examine their surroundings.
Aside from the Vermilion Bird above the blood pool, whose eyes remained closed, the main hall was surprisingly empty.
At least to Chu