"The Ghost Flower comes from Nine Nether Mountain. It is a sacred treasure exclusive to the Demon Sect. Our Danyang Sect has explicit rules: anyone secretly harboring possessions of the Demon Sect will, at best, be expelled, and at worst, have their cultivation crippled. Senior Brother Lin, tell me, if word of this gets out, will Martial Aunt Feng be able to protect you?"
Silence.
Deathly silence.
The very air seemed to freeze.
Within it mingled a chilling killing intent and a bone-deep coldness between them.
The two mandarin ducks playing on the lake flapped their wings and fluttered away, fleeing this place of trouble.
Lin Shisan stared at Gu Mengli, and Gu Mengli looked back at him.
They simply held each other's gaze, neither saying a word.
After nearly half a minute, Lin Shisan finally spoke first.
His voice was calm, yet carried a chilling killing intent.
"What makes you so certain I have the Demon Sect's sacred treasure, the Ghost Flower?"
Lin Shisan asked coldly.
He distinctly remembered that he had never taken out the Ghost Flower back then.
Even when the Ghost Flower bloomed, he had seen no one else nearby, much less Gu Mengli.
But how could Gu Mengli have seen him? And when had she seen the Ghost Flower?
Was she bluffing?
And those words at Nine Yang Pavilion still left Lin Shisan bewildered whenever he thought about them. Had Gu Mengli really seen Gai Jiuyou's projection?
"Hehehe..."
Gu Mengli smiled faintly.
Completely unaffected by Lin Shisan's killing intent, she said, "Senior Brother Lin, does that mean you were the one who brought that Ghost Flower inside? Do you know it was precisely that Ghost Flower that gave Gai Jiuyou breathing room and nearly allowed her to escape the Nine Yang Cauldron?"
"Or perhaps Gai