Su Jiu keenly noticed that although the male cultivator from the Heavenly Secret Sect feared her, he had looked her over no fewer than three times that night.
Only her spiritual energy had been sealed, not her divine sense.
The last time he looked her over, their eyes met squarely.
The male cultivator hastily averted his gaze in embarrassment, but the girl he found rather frightening watched him with a faint, ambiguous smile. "Tell me, how did you end up here?"
As soon as Su Jiu spoke, everyone around them turned to look at him.
He immediately grew flustered. "I-I was captured."
Su Jiu chuckled. "You should know what I'm asking."
"The Heavenly Secret Sect is tens of thousands of miles away. Would this demonic cultivator really travel all that way to capture you? Did he have nothing better to do after stuffing himself full?"
His expression shifted. "How did you know I'm from the Heavenly Secret Sect?"
"As it happens, I've seen the Heavenly Secret Sect's sect robes."
The male cultivator was practically on the verge of tears and stopped trying to hide the truth. "H-how did you get caught so quickly? Now that you've been caught, I'm useless."
After hearing his words and considering his identity, Su Jiu understood much of what had happened.
"How did you divine my whereabouts?"
Looking aggrieved, he took out a scrap from the hem of a robe.
Su Jiu's face darkened at the sight. That scrap had been sliced off during her fight with the demonic cultivator's junior brother.
The girls around them clearly could not understand what they were discussing, but they had learned that both people before them were cultivators.
It was just that this male cultivator seemed far too useless.
Su Jiu took another careful look at his sect