Yun Huanling asked curiously, "Su Jiu, how did you know my cousin's name?" He remembered that he had never mentioned it to her.
Su Jiu's expression stiffened slightly, but she quickly returned to normal, as though that flicker of discomfort had been an illusion.
She had unconsciously counted both Yun Huanling and Yun Chao among the people she could trust, and that trust had made her lower her guard a little. She had forgotten that, at this point, Yun Chao did not know her at all.
Su Jiu paused, her eyes lowering slightly. "I heard people from the Mo Household mention that the Yun Household had a Sword Dao prodigy who studied neither the Eight Gates and trigrams nor divination, devoting himself solely to the Sword Dao."
Understanding dawned on Yun Huanling, but Yun Chao merely smiled. His expression made it clear that he did not quite believe her, though he still replied politely, "The seniors of the Mo Household were too generous with their praise."
That was the proper reaction to a stranger.
Su Jiu sighed softly to herself. Never mind. Take it slowly.
As the three spoke, they entered the formation. Yet the moment they stepped inside, Yun Jing's teasing voice drifted down from above. "I forgot to tell you-the more people enter this formation, the harder it gets."
Yun Chao looked resigned. He had wondered why Yun Jing had been so accommodating.
Yun Huanling froze as well, inwardly cursing that shameless bastard.
Su Jiu showed little reaction. As long as it remained within the golden core realm, she was reasonably confident.
At that moment, none of the three knew that their expressions and actions were already being projected onto a handkerchief-the very one those old men had previously used to watch Yun Huanling.
Watching the scene, the