The woman looked slightly aggrieved, her slender, delicate hand cautiously pointing at the Spirit Treasure longsword in Wang Lin's hand:
"If you haven't come to fight... why are you holding such a terrifying weapon?"
Wang Lin looked surprised at her words, as though only now coming to his senses. He hurriedly put away his Spirit Sword and stammered slightly:
"I... I'm here to find my teammates."
Li Xingtian glanced sideways at Wang Lin's performance... a little overblown. One look told him Wang Lin had never actually experienced anything like this.
But fortunately, the woman clearly had never reeled in a sucker either. Her movements looked a little affected too.
The woman gently covered her mouth, her expression softening as she asked cautiously:
"Your teammates... disappeared here?"
Li Xingtian instantly revised his assessment-the woman was an even worse actor than Wang Lin.
Two amateurs facing off, making his eyes hurt.
If his master had been the one who came... hmm...
But never mind. Two chickens pecking at each other would do. At least the plan could still proceed smoothly, couldn't it?
"Oh... yes. My two poor junior brothers seem to have lost their way here. May I ask whether a lovely fairy such as yourself has seen them?"
"There were indeed three people fighting here just now. Two of them seemed to be wearing clothes rather like yours..."
"Yes, yes, yes! We wear the same clothes. May I ask where you saw them, fairy?"
Enduring Wang Lin and the woman's physically nauseating conversation, Li Xingtian swiftly searched below with his gaze. At the same time, his blood qi, unaffected by illusions, stealthily probed their surroundings.
The blood qi spread slightly, relaying the true situation.
After all, pure blood qi would never be seduced by this bewitching spiritual energy.
Just as he,