Reunion with His Ex-Wife!

The Nether Emperor Holy Sect, Sect Master's Hall.

The silence came unexpectedly.

After Liu Jin finished saying, "The person I just cursed is the guy who betrayed my junior sister," the air in the hall seemed to freeze, and even the sound of breathing disappeared.

Liu Jin knelt on the ground, his chest still heaving slightly from the excitement, but his expression had changed from aggrieved to confused.

He noticed that after he said those words, his master's fist froze in mid-air, and the Eternal Realm cultivator surnamed Lu seemed to pause for a moment while holding his teacup.

He didn't understand what this meant, but he instinctively felt that something was wrong.

Luo Qiushan slowly lowered her fist, which was raised in the air. She looked at her apprentice, then at Lu Qing'an, her brows furrowing slightly, a thoughtful glint in her eyes.

Lu Qing'an's perception of cause and effect is infallible. He said that Liu Jin and he were entangled in a karmic relationship, while Liu Jin said that she was cursing the person who wronged her disciple. Could there really be some connection between these two things?

Li Wensong, sitting in his chair, reacted more strongly than anyone else present.

Li Wensong had been watching the commotion the whole time.

But when he heard Liu Jin shout those words, his smile froze.

He placed the teacup on the coffee table, the bottom of the cup making a crisp sound as it hit the surface, splashing a few drops of tea.

His eyes widened, and his gaze abruptly shifted to Lu Qing'an, his pupils surging with a shock and realization as if he had been suddenly awakened.

"Wait!" A bolt of lightning seemed to strike Li Wensong's mind, and all the fragments pieced together in that instant. "Was everything that happened here part of Brother Lu's plan?!"

He began to recall the moment he stepped into the Nether Emperor Alchemist Guild.

Why did Brother Lu join the Nether Emperor Holy Sect? Why did he seek out Luo Qiushan for a sparring match? And why, after the sparring, did he stay in the sect master's hall to drink tea and chat instead of leaving?

Then Liu Jin suddenly barged in, and Liu Jin mistook Brother Lu for a love rival, and then Liu Jin mentioned that "guy who betrayed his junior sister"...

Every step was so perfectly timed!

It's too coincidental to be a coincidence!

"That's it! It must be!" A storm raged in Li Wensong's heart. His gaze towards Lu Qing'an shifted from admiration to worship, and then to near-fanatical adoration. "It's been so coincidental since this kid came in! Could the heartless man he's talking about be related to Brother Lu?! Or even... Brother Lu?!"

The moment this thought popped into Li Wensong's head, he felt as if he were ignited.

He remembered the four words Brother Lu had said to him after the sparring match, "Everything is under control."

He thought Brother Lu was just talking about the sparring match, but now it seems he was too naive.

The "everything" Brother Lu mentioned wasn't just a friendly sparring match; it was everything that had happened since he stepped into the Underworld Emperor Holy City —all of it was part of his plan!!!

"Good heavens! Brother Lu has become so powerful that he has been planning in the Hongmeng Holy Realm for many years!!!" Li Wensong clenched his fists, his palms were sweaty.

The fact that Brother Lu was able to plan to this extent in advance shows that his influence in the Hongmeng Holy Realm had already penetrated to a level that even he was unaware of.

Liu Jin's junior sister, the personal disciple of the sect leader of the Nether Emperor Holy Sect, if even this connection was laid out by Brother Lu in his early years.

Lu Qing'an didn't notice Li Wensong's excited expression.

His entire attention was focused on what Liu Jin had just said.

His brows furrowed slightly, his fingers unconsciously stroking the rim of his teacup, and a complex emotion flashed in his deep eyes.

"Good heavens, this can't be a coincidence," he muttered to himself.

Despite having a vague premonition, he decided to confirm it first.

He put down his teacup, his gaze falling on Liu Jin, and asked calmly, "What is your junior sister's name?"

Liu Jin was still kneeling on the ground when he heard the question and was slightly taken aback.

He didn't understand why this Eternal Realm cultivator suddenly asked about his junior sister's name, but seeing that his master didn't object, he reluctantly answered.

His tone was stiff, as if he were completing a forced task, but when he mentioned his junior sister's name, his rigid tone unconsciously softened a bit. "Xu Qingying!"

Three words.

Just three words.

Lu Qing'an immediately covered his forehead with his hand.

The hand rested above his brow bone, obscuring most of his face, leaving only a slightly twitching corner of his mouth visible.

He remained motionless in that position, as if processing a fact that had caught him off guard.

"No way! How could such a coincidence happen in the world!" Lu Qing'an exclaimed inwardly, feeling both amused and exasperated.

He was just thinking it couldn't be such a coincidence, but it turned out to be true.

He was so familiar with the name Xu Qingying that he could picture her aloof and cold face in his mind without needing any Rule of Cause and Effect.

Luo Qiushan kept her eyes on Lu Qing'an. She keenly caught his reaction the moment he heard the name "Xu Qingying": he covered his forehead, his lips twitched, and he remained silent.

These subtle changes in expression might not seem like much to others, but what kind of person is Luo Qiushan?

Having lived for countless years, her ability to read people was already unparalleled, especially since all her thoughts were currently focused on this man.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, what's wrong with you?" Luo Qiushan tilted her head slightly, her tone carrying a genuine concern and a hint of unease.

Her intuition told her that Lu Qing'an's reaction was definitely related to her apprentice Xu Qingying.

Lu Qing'an lowered his hand from his forehead and looked up.

His expression had changed from a mixture of amusement and exasperation to a complex calm, with a bitter smile playing on his lips.

He looked at Luo Qiushan and suddenly asked a completely unrelated question, "Fellow Daoist, do you believe in fate?"

His tone was very soft, as if he were talking to himself, or as if he were expressing a helpless acceptance of some kind of force majeure.

"Actually, it's normal for something like this to happen," Lu Qing'an thought to himself, sorting out the cause and effect. The fragments that were originally scattered in his memory were piecing together a complete picture at an extremely fast speed. "I was wondering why she suddenly said goodbye to everyone that day. It turns out she found the passage to the Hongmeng Holy Realm! That passage was the one my ex-wife used. And because the place she came from was close to here, everything went smoothly when she joined the Nether Emperor Holy Sect."

He should have thought of that sooner.

Upon hearing the word "fate," Luo Qiushan frowned even more deeply.

Lu Qing'an was just talking about cause and effect, and now he's suddenly bringing up fate. Coupled with his reaction to the name "Xu Qingying," all signs point to a direction she's not willing to face.

Her lips tightened slightly, her voice tinged with a hint of hesitation and uncertainty. "So you mean...?"

Before she could finish speaking, a clear and urgent female voice suddenly came from outside the main hall.

"Master! Is Senior Brother here? He just told me some strange things."

The voice was like a mountain spring striking jade, crisp and clear with a hint of coolness, but not the kind of icy coldness that keeps people at a distance. Rather, it was a faint, deep-seated detachment.

The owner of the voice was clearly outside the hall, her tone carrying a hint of displeasure and confusion, as if she were chasing after someone who had angered her.

The palace gates were not closed.

A white figure appeared at the entrance of the main hall.

She was a woman wearing a plain white dress, slender with a waist so small it could be encircled by one hand.

Her long hair cascaded down her shoulders like an ink-black waterfall, adorned with few ornaments except for a simple white jade hairpin at her temple.

Her features were as exquisite as a fairy in a painting, with an innate aloofness between her brows and eyes. However, her eyes were not empty; they possessed a unique charm and vibrancy that was only found in women, though they were covered by a thin layer of frost, making people hesitant to approach her.

It was none other than Xu Qingying!