Wu Mengliu was puzzled. Just what cultivation method had Song Yan practiced to see through the Heaven-Stealing Sect's many 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 outset that she would come, and had therefore kept his guard up and 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 truly-"
"Get to the point."
Those eyes blinked again. Everything around her shifted like wind and clouds, and she found herself back at the courtyard entrance.
Song Yan stood a short distance away, watching her coldly, with Xiao Ju beside him.
He had never had much liking for thieves.
That went all the way back to his days in Shiliang.
His grandfather, Song Ying, had found him abandoned, with a notched jade ring on his person.
But he had never considered using that Jade Pendant to find his family.
So, one Spring Festival, to buy Xiao He some new clothes and trinkets, he had taken the jade ring to the town pawnshop and pawned it for a few taels of loose silver.
He had planned to take his little companions 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 were vicious beyond redemption and deserved ten thousand deaths, that was easy enough: kill them or cripple their cultivation to atone for their crimes.
But stealing did not seem as serious as murder and arson.
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