After a hundred breaths had passed in an eerie silence, Hong Yin looked back at Gong Shanhe and Li Yan.
She now believed seventy percent of what they had said.
"There's no need for you to keep communicating secretly. As I said, I mean no harm. Once I've asked a few questions, I'll leave!"
She had clearly guessed that the two had been communicating through voice transmissions, perhaps even with Gong Chenying, but she did not care.
By pointing it out, she was telling them: so what if they were two Nascent Soul Cultivators? Even as a mere wisp of a soul, she had no fear of facing them. She radiated powerful confidence.
"Then do you know where this spearhead came from?"
Hong Yin waved the spear in her hand, conjuring a hazy red glow, and continued speaking.
"This... belongs to A-Ying?"
Only then did Gong Shanhe notice the spear. He knew his daughter used a long halberd, which she liked to carry on her back.
He had assumed she had put it into her storage space when entering the underground chamber, and had taken the red-glowing spear for Hong Yin's treasure. Her question immediately made him realize that she was holding his daughter's treasure.
"I gave that spearhead to my senior sister. It came from the Desolate Moon Continent!"
When Li Yan had first seen the spear in Hong Yin's hand, he had suspected that Gong Chenying might be under her control.
"The Desolate Moon Continent? Surely you're joking?"
A trace of anger appeared on Hong Yin's delicate face. It was deliberate. After hearing Gong Chenying's account and seeing Li Yan's cultivation, she already believed that he had obtained it after crossing between worlds.
Now, she merely wanted to test whether the information was true.
"It's only its origin.