The "Sword Sect Outer Sect" kept producing classic quotes, seeking kindred spirits.
Wu Mengliu was puzzled. Just what cultivation method had Song Yan practiced that let him see through the Heaven-Stealing Sect's various concealment methods so easily?
Even if he possessed some formidable pupil technique, it should not have been so effortless.
Unless he had known from the start that she would come, and had therefore taken precautions and kept his eyes fixed on the cave abode's entrance, there was no explaining it.
Though puzzled, Wu Mengliu did not panic.
Feeling the pressure around her ease as certain restrictions were removed, she gave a fawning smile.
"Hehe, as expected of True Person Ciyu. Your strength is unfathomable. This humble woman is..."
"Get to the point."
Those eyes blinked again. Everything around her shifted, and she found herself back at the courtyard entrance.
Song Yan stood a short distance away, watching her coldly, with Xiao Ju at his side.
He had never had much fondness for thieves.
That went all the way back to his days in Shiliang.
His grandfather, Song Ying, had found him abandoned, with a jade jue on him.
However, he had never considered taking the jade pendant to search for his family.
So, one Spring Festival, wanting to buy Xiao He some new clothes and trinkets, he had gone to the pawnshop in town and pawned that jade jue for a few taels of loose silver.
He had intended to take his little friends out and enjoy themselves for a few days.
Instead, someone had stolen more than half the silver.
He still remembered it to this day.
If someone was utterly vicious and deserved a thousand deaths, that was easy: kill them or cripple their cultivation to atone for their crimes.
But stealing did not seem