"Is this telling us to split up?"
Everyone exchanged looks. There were three paths-which should they choose?
They all looked at Xie Yichu in unison.
Seeing this, Xue Fuyao, who had remained silent until now, said impatiently, "Are you babies who haven't been weaned yet? Do you need someone else to make every decision for you?"
At Xue Fuyao's words, the others' expressions immediately soured. Some even glared viciously at her, as though they wanted to swallow her alive and skin her raw.
Xue Fuyao, meanwhile, wore an expression that said, "Was I wrong?"
"All right. Since there are three paths, let's split up," Xie Yichu said unhurriedly.
After all, with the current atmosphere in the group, they would turn on one another before they even encountered any danger.
Since they were splitting up, staying beside Xie Yichu, the strongest person here, was undoubtedly the safest option. However, the Yuanji Sect clearly had no intention of taking them along.
Wang Yan seemed to have reached some sort of deal with the Yuanji Sect long ago. The Yuanji Sect handed him over to Xie Yichu, leaving only a few loyal guards at his side to protect him, then took the remaining people down the middle path.
Under Xie Yichu's lead, the Yuanji Sect took the leftmost path. Some of the others chose the middle, while others chose the right.
Along the way, Xue Fuyao noticed that Wang Zheng had grown much quieter.
The path they had chosen was extremely quiet, so quiet that the only sounds came from their footsteps.
Xue Fuyao walked with Xie Yichu at the front, the other disciples occupied the middle, and the three elders brought up the rear. As an ordinary person, Wang Zheng was protected between Gu Nian and Chu Yunzhe.
The path seemed to