By the time they left Hundred Insect Dock, the moon had risen above the branches. Along the way, they saw a few Gu Poison Sect cultivators who had caught wind of the disturbance rushing toward Hundred Insect Dock to investigate.
To avoid fresh complications, Xie Jinhuan made no stops, taking Zisu straight back toward Missing Moon Manor at full speed. Along the way, he pondered the day's strange encounter.
It was hardly surprising that Sikong Tianyuan knew about Blood Rain Tower's movements, and turning their scheme against them to lure them into a trap made sense, too. But sending only a Rabbit Spirit operating a puppet to urge him to surrender at the end, while also revealing that something big would happen at the Dragon Boat Festival, was truly puzzling.
After all, he really had not taken Hundred Insect Dock particularly seriously today. Had Sikong Tianyuan himself been lying in ambush, he might genuinely have had only a slim chance of surviving. Although Sister Guo would have arrived in an instant and Sikong Tianyuan would not have survived either, at least he could have smashed his already cracked pot and taken a bite out of the Righteous Path.
Instead, he had simply handed over two puppets for nothing and sacrificed a bunch of small fry at Hundred Insect Dock, gaining no other benefit whatsoever. It was impossible to understand what Sikong Tianyuan was trying to do.
Could he really have done it just to extend an olive branch to him...
Xie Jinhuan had already come ashore and turned over a new leaf. With limitless prospects and lovely wives as plentiful as clouds, the only thing he could imagine making him risk everything again was A Piao, that heaven-reaching Succubus of unknown origins. After a little consideration, he tried asking her