Qi Song quietly pulled Su Jiu aside. "Isn't something a little off with those two?"
Su Jiu tilted her head. "I thought I was imagining it. You noticed too?"
Qi Song was just about to say more to Su Jiu when he discovered two gazes fixed squarely on him.
At that instant, Qi Song could hardly describe the feeling. His hair stood on end, perhaps-that bone-deep thrill, coupled with the torment of being plunged into ice and fire at once.
For no apparent reason, he swallowed, then thought carefully before speaking. "It should be a friendly exchange between fellow disciples. Fellow Daoist Su, we'd better hurry and find the jade slip. We can't afford to delay any longer with the curse script inside you."
The corner of Su Jiu's mouth twitched. That transition was stiff enough. A perfectly good topic had taken a sudden, sharp turn.
Besides, what on earth did he mean by a friendly exchange between fellow disciples? Even she could tell that the current atmosphere had absolutely nothing to do with the word "friendly."
Still, Qi Song did have a point. Right now, the jade slip concerning the curse script was indeed more important than anything else.
As for the issue between Junior Granduncle and Senior Brother, they were both adults. Nothing serious would happen, and if only for the sect's reputation, they would not clash here.
Once they got out, though, she felt she ought to mention it to the Sect Leader.
By now, Chu Luohen and Xia Jue had long since returned to their original demeanors.
One was a guest among the clouds, untouched by the smoke and fire of mortal life; the other, a peerless young gentleman with a smile at his lips.
Apart from their somewhat incompatible auras, the two made a pleasing