Chapter 1322
Ye Yu immediately opened his right hand and looked carefully.
But his palm was exactly as usual, without the slightest mark.
Hm? What was that feeling just now?
Could it really have been an illusion?
Seeing Ye Yu stay silent, Luo Shu grew impatient. “Wasn’t I asking you something? Why are you just staring at your hand and not talking?”
Before Ye Yu could answer, the scene around them shifted in an instant.
Ye Yu and Luo Shu were back at Ancient Sword Gorge.
Heng Xuanzhen and Liu Yuenong were still standing where they had been, with no sign that either had made a move.
“Husband, the Great Saint and I will wait for you outside.”
Liu Yuenong still wore a smile. As she passed Ye Yu, she casually picked up Luo Shu—same as before, by the tail.
The look Luo Shu shot Ye Yu was full of pleading.
The meaning was obvious: hurry out, or I’m done for.
Ye Yu gave a slight nod to show he understood.
After Liu Yuenong and Luo Shu left, Ye Yu quickly asked, “What did she say to you?”
Heng Xuanzhen shook her head first, then said, “There are some things... allow me to think them through.”
Softly, Ye Yu said, “All right. Also, there’s something I should tell you. My Daoist partners... Liu Yuenong isn’t the only one.”
This wasn’t Ye Yu trying to push Heng Xuanzhen away.
It was just that, at this point, some truths were better said early.
Heng Xuanzhen did not speak, only lowered her head slightly.
Before leaving, Ye Yu also recounted running into Zhu Cangwen just now.
He warned Heng Xuanzhen to be careful; that woman would very likely assume she had betrayed Ancient Sword Gorge.
Heng Xuanzhen frowned faintly.
She knew all too well how deep her martial aunt’s killing intent ran toward those from the Lower Three Realms.
And yet just now, she hadn’t struck first—she’d been scared off?
That was completely unlike her style.
Oh—right, she’d almost forgotten. Zhu Cangwen had fallen when the Ancient Sword Gorge Divine Alliance was shattered.
She didn’t know how Zhu Cangwen had been revived, but it couldn’t have been long.
Otherwise she would not be ignorant of the upheavals involving Tongtian Pavilion and Luo Shu.
In her mind, Luo Shu was still that renowned Guardian Great Saint.
Knowing she couldn’t win, she chose to withdraw.
Mm. Thinking of it that way, it barely made sense.
As for telling her to be careful?
Heng Xuanzhen forced out a thin smile.
“It’s fine. My martial aunt can’t handle me. But you—you should be careful too, since my martial aunt toward you...”
Mid-sentence, Heng Xuanzhen stopped.
She’d meant to tell Ye Yu to beware meeting Zhu Cangwen again. Maybe Luo Shu could bluff her once, but not necessarily twice.
But on second thought, it suddenly felt unnecessary.
Liu Yuenong, the strongest second generation of Tongtian Pavilion, was Ye Yu’s Daoist partner. With her there, safety wasn’t a concern.
Thinking of the two of them together, Heng Xuanzhen felt a little unwell inside.
But she didn’t want to voice that.
Steadying her mind, she said softly, “If my martial aunt ever ends up in your hands, if possible... I hope you’ll spare her.”
“No matter what, she’s still my last fellow disciple from Ancient Sword Gorge.”
“Of course, I’ll seek her out and clear up the misunderstanding so she won’t trouble you.”
Ye Yu didn’t give an absolute promise; he only said that if that day truly came, he would consider sparing Zhu Cangwen.
Heng Xuanzhen thanked him in earnest, then slowly turned, showing him her back.
Ye Yu understood perfectly—this was a dismissal. He cupped his hands and left Ancient Sword Gorge.
Before going, he deliberately left Lu Nian and Baijia behind.
He hoped they might ease Heng Xuanzhen’s loneliness a little.
As for the other three divine clansmen of Ancient Sword Gorge, they departed with Ye Yu.
They would serve as guardians—and, if necessary, as deadmen.
Once Ye Yu’s aura had fully faded,
a single tear hit the ground.
Heng Xuanzhen’s eyes were red.
This wasn’t because of Liu Yuenong.
In truth, while Ye Yu was gone and Liu Yuenong was alone with Heng Xuanzhen, she hadn’t said a word or asked a single question.
The two of them had simply stood there, quietly looking at each other.
And it was precisely that way of doing things that let Heng Xuanzhen think many things through.
Ye Yu’s ties to Tongtian Pavilion ran deep, and he was Daoist partners with Liu Yuenong.
She herself bore a blood-deep vendetta against the Divine Alliance.
She had sworn to wipe out Tongtian Pavilion.
That destiny set her opposite Liu Yuenong, an irreconcilable enmity.
When that day came, no matter who fell, she would be unable to become Ye Yu’s Daoist partner.
In other words, the two of them were fated never to be together.
So whatever feelings she held for Ye Yu now—she had to end them.
The next time they met, they might be enemies.
Tears from Heng Xuanzhen’s eyes fell faster and faster.
Just then, Baijia hugged her from behind.
“Don’t cry.”
Hearing those two words, Heng Xuanzhen couldn’t help widening her eyes.
Meanwhile, outside Ancient Sword Gorge, Luo Shu was grinding his dog teeth to pieces.
He endured in silence without a sound.
The reason was simple: Liu Yuenong was plucking the fur from his tail.
It wasn’t meant as punishment.
It was because Liu Yuenong was too tense.
She was terribly worried that Ye Yu might stay inside Ancient Sword Gorge and not come out.
That would mean Ye Yu had chosen the other woman over her.
Liu Yuenong couldn’t imagine what she would become if she were abandoned.
So in her heart she kept longing for Ye Yu to come out quickly.
The wait was excruciatingly slow, and Liu Yuenong could only, subconsciously, find something to do.
You could say Luo Shu was serving as a stress-relief toy.
It was just that the process hurt a bit.
When Ye Yu finally appeared, Liu Yuenong immediately let go of Luo Shu and hurried toward him.
The poor Guardian Great Saint collapsed on the clouds, eyes brimming with tears.
He didn’t dare look back to see how many hairs were left on his tail.
It hurt. It hurt so much.
Seeing this, Ye Yu could only offer a look of encouragement.
Then he braced himself to face Liu Yuenong.
But before he could speak, that stabbing pain returned in his right palm.
This time it was far more pronounced than before.
Ye Yu’s brow knit tight as he looked at his palm.
But again there was nothing there—empty as ever.