"You've been hiding in the Ten Thousand Great Mountains for a while now. Have you heard the name Ye Xiaozhu?"
"No," Little Flame said. "How could the name of some nobody reach my ears?"
"Then... could you have your subordinates ask around about her?" Qiu Wuji said, then quickly questioned herself. "I wonder if that would alert them..."
"...So you claimed you came to protect me, but you're actually here looking for this Little Pig, right?"
Qiu Wuji gave him an apologetic smile. "Both, both. I really was worried about your safety, too. Chu Ge said Little Flame might be in danger..."
At "Chu Ge said," Little Flame's expression grew somewhat complicated. He muttered, "Damn it, that bastard really has me wrapped around his finger. I'm a great demon, for crying out loud. He should be grateful I'm not rebelling against him, so why do I always feel like I owe him?"
Qiu Wuji glanced at Qingyan.
Qingyan was holding Little Flame like a pet. What kind of great demon hid in someone's arms with the blissful expression of a cat being stroked?
Qingyan was actually a demoness herself, no good person, but whenever Qiu Wuji had seen her, she had always looked like a devoted wife and loving mother. She was also a bootlicker of the Heavenly Dao. It was like an ordinary household: if the wife devoutly worshipped the Buddha, her loving husband would inevitably be influenced to some extent and become at least a casual believer.
Qiu Wuji suddenly remembered what had been said back then: "Give Yan Qianlie a home."
The results were plain to see.
Little Flame seemed unaware that he was being petted like a cat and continued blustering, "There's no question of my safety. My Dharma Body may have collapsed, but my Primordial