Moreover, Yue Zhimu and Ding Buxing's behavior, combined with certain earlier signs, had stirred a vague suspicion in Qing Chen's mind.
He hesitated no longer, quickly stepping beside Gu Jianchun and lowering his voice.
"Senior Brother Gu, with you up ahead, the demonic cultivators certainly won't be able to stir up much trouble. But only one Yue Household disciple is escorting Ding Buxing and the others back. Their protection is rather thin.
"The demonic path's methods are treacherous and unpredictable. We cannot rule out an ambush along the way. Though my abilities are limited, I volunteer to follow them secretly as an escort. First, I can ensure their safety. Second...
"Perhaps I can take this opportunity to investigate whether any fish have slipped through the net or any suspicious traces remain, to prevent future trouble."
At this, Gu Jianchun's eyes flickered slightly, as though he were weighing Qing Chen's proposal.
He knew that despite Qing Chen's cold exterior, he was meticulous in his thinking and often acted unexpectedly.
After a moment's thought, he nodded. "Qing Chen, I understand your intentions. Since you wish to do this, go. But remember, proceed cautiously and make certain you stay safe."
"Understood!" Qing Chen bowed, inwardly letting out a sigh of relief.
He quietly withdrew a few steps, then summoned the Mother-Son Thundershadow Swords. Turning into a streak of light, he merged into the night and pursued Yue Lin's party.
Qing Chen did not drive his flight at full power, instead keeping his speed just high enough to trail the flying boat far ahead.
Meanwhile, he suppressed his aura to the utmost, vigilantly scanning the forests and ravines flashing past below.
He had been flying for barely an incense stick's worth of time when the smell of blood suddenly drifted into his nostrils