Guan Junyi's face went pale as he looked toward the other man's sleeve cuff, where three blue droplets had been embroidered. His eyes filled with fear.
"Senior, you... what are you saying? Those two seniors merely bought some things from this lowly one's stall.
"Afterward... afterward, they just happened to leave the market one before and one after us. How did this become connected to me again?"
Guan Junyi forced himself to calm down.
At first, even his voice had trembled, but as he continued, his words became increasingly fluent. Still, he prayed inwardly that the other party had not seen anything more.
Otherwise, any loopholes he himself did not know about would become impossible to explain away.
After hearing Guan Junyi's words, the silver-robed cultivator Nie Yuanchang's expression immediately darkened. His heart was filled with frustration.
He was the captain of a patrol squad in Drizzling Rain Market, a cultivator whose cultivation had already reached the Nascent Soul Realm. While he had been meditating earlier, he had suddenly received a report from the disciples guarding the market entrance.
The young man and woman from Guan Village had vanished after leaving the market. Upon hearing such a report, Nie Yuanchang had immediately wanted to curse that disciple out. Did such a trivial matter really need to be reported?
Guan Village had long since been under the sect's control. Whenever they came to the market, all that needed to be monitored was whether the puppets they sold complied with the sect's regulations.
If they had disappeared after leaving the market, then naturally they had returned to their village. Could they possibly have escaped the controlled area?
But the next sentence from that disciple caught Nie Yuanchang's attention.
The guarding disciple said that the young man and woman from Guan Village had