Xie Xiyi stood quietly for a while. He saw neither the boy coming out of the house nor Xiaoqiu-
Xiaoqiu had always loved slacking off. It was still early, and he would never cultivate before nightfall.
At last, a certain premonition arose in Xie Xiyi's heart. He strode over, pushed open the door, and entered.
The dormitory was empty. Though spotless, it held not a trace of residual spiritual power, which meant its occupants had been gone for a long time.
Xie Xiyi closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the world before him abruptly changed.
He extended his palm, and a golden thread drifted down before him of its own accord. But the moment it touched his palm, it gently snapped.
Another thread, this one gray, landed on his hand. It held out much longer, trembling for a while before gently breaking.
Xie Xiyi clenched his fist. He turned and strode out of the Chan Dormitory.
"Senior Brother Xuanji." Qingxuan emerged from the dormitory behind Chi Yu's house. At the sight of Xie Xiyi, his eyes flickered slightly before he greeted him politely.
Xie Xiyi stopped. His gaze was terrifyingly cold. He had not yet withdrawn his divine ability, so he could see Qingxuan's many thoughts seeping from the threads-
Those thoughts were anything but kind. They even carried darkness, jubilation, and smugness-thoughts that could be called malicious.
The two kinds of threads that had broken in his hand appeared again, flying straight toward Qingxuan and wrapping tightly around his neck. After flickering, they vanished once more.
"Was it you?" Xie Xiyi asked softly.
Qingxuan looked up at him in mild surprise. "Senior Brother Xuanji, what are you talking about?"
Xie Xiyi gave a low laugh. "It was you."
He reached that conclusion on his own.
Then he