This long-running farce, involving numerous people, finally came to an end with the death of Yun Wan'er and the somber sigh of Xuanji Daozu.
The mess that followed was left to Yan Qiubai to clean up after he came to his senses, his expression complicated.
Shen Zhaozhao did not linger, but took the lead and stepped out of the gloomy and oppressive water prison.
Outside the Tianyan Sect's mountain gate, dusk had fallen, but in the distance, Canglan City was lit up with scattered lights, and the hustle and bustle of the Flower Prayer Festival could be faintly heard.
However, she didn't rush towards the bustling area. Instead, she turned around and casually found a secluded mountain valley surrounded by ancient trees, which isolated her from the distant noise and the nearby stench of blood.
Standing still, Shen Zhaozhao spoke softly to the empty space behind her.
Have you seen enough?
"If you've seen enough, get out here."
As soon as she finished speaking, the space behind her seemed to ripple with invisible waves, as if a drop of ink had been poured into clear water.
Dense, pure demonic energy seeped out from the void like a living thing, gathering silently.
The surrounding temperature seemed to drop instantly, and the plants lost their vitality and turned yellow at a visible speed.
The next moment, a figure in black stepped out from the center of the surging demonic energy.
Ye Wushang still possessed that otherworldly handsome appearance, his black brocade robe with dark patterns was spotless, his black hair was tied up high, and his brows and eyes held an unchanging aloofness and indifference.
His eyes, as cold as stars, were now fixed on Shen Zhaozhao, with a condescending and undisguised amusement.
“Shen Zhaozhao…”
"Are you... satisfied with this 'favor' I've bestowed upon you?"
"Human favors?"
Shen Zhaozhao slowly turned around, her gaze calmly meeting his. There was no gratitude on her face, but rather a half-smile: "The young master of the Demon Realm personally intervened just to help me solidify the guilt of a dying man? I don't think I have that much influence."
She took half a step forward, her gaze sweeping over his handsome yet cold face, as if trying to penetrate that skin and see the truth within.
"I'm afraid what you really want to sell isn't my personal favor."
"You're trying to do me a favor by selling my peacock, aren't you?"
Peacock?
Ye Wushang's forehead twitched violently, and for the first time, a clear crack appeared on his eternally unchanging icy face. He spoke almost subconsciously, his tone carrying an almost instinctive correction, even forgetting to maintain his superior attitude: "How can you be so disrespectful to Immortal Venerable Mo Yuan?!"
"Is it disrespectful to mention a peacock?"
Shen Zhaozhao raised an eyebrow, her tone utterly self-righteous, "Well, I also [beep] him, isn't that considered utter disrespect, deserving to be dragged out and struck by lightning?"
Ye Wushang: "!!!"
What inappropriate and offensive language?!
This woman... does she even know what she's saying?!
That is the Immortal Venerable Mo Yuan, who controls the order of the Three Realms and can determine the birth and death of stars with a single thought!
How dare she... how could she use such... that kind of word?!
However, before he could recover from this huge shock, Shen Zhaozhao had already casually changed the subject. She tilted her head, her eyes filled with pure curiosity, and looked Ye Wushang up and down: "Actually, I was a little curious back in Liuyunchuan."
"Are you truly from the Demon Realm?"
"If that's true, why do the rules of this world seem to have no effect on you...?"
Ye Wushang's eyes flickered slightly at her question. He quickly composed himself, regaining his aloof and indifferent demeanor. He merely shifted his gaze slightly, avoiding her overly direct stare: "...If I am not from the Demon Realm, then what am I?"
Shen Zhaozhao blinked twice, her almond-shaped eyes appearing exceptionally bright in the deepening twilight.
“My family member once told me that Xie Linyuan’s favoritism towards me would be expressed in a way that I could understand, which is this.”
She pointed at Ye Wushang and continued, "Conversely, Heaven's favoritism towards Yun Wan'er will also be presented in a way that she can understand."
"The Crimson Nightmare cannot escape the rules of heaven and earth, but you, as a fellow demon, can easily avoid them. If you are a person of the Heavenly Dao, then it makes sense."
"So, the colleague my master mentioned, the one responsible for 'giving Yun Wan'er opportunities' and making her feel like she's the chosen one... that's you, right?"
The air froze instantly.
The feigned profundity and aloofness on Ye Wushang's face vanished without a trace, like a bubble that had been popped.
He was silent for two seconds, and then the icy aura that kept strangers at bay melted away like ice and snow. His handsome face instantly switched to a warm, even overly friendly smile, changing his expression so quickly it was astonishing.
"Cough, cough..."
He even feigned a couple of coughs to cover up his momentary embarrassment, and when he spoke again, his voice was eight octaves gentler, "No wonder Immortal Venerable Mo Yuan has taken a liking to you, your mind is truly brilliant~"
He rubbed his hands together, his posture like that of a contractor meeting a client, where was there even a trace of the demeanor of a young master of the Demon Realm?
"To be honest, we're all just working for the higher-ups, right?"
He lowered his voice, his tone carrying a familiar sympathy, "The Heavenly Dao and the Immortal Venerable are fighting up there. Logically speaking, I'm working for the Heavenly Dao, so I should help the Heavenly Dao."
He changed the subject, his face showing just the right amount of disdain and helplessness: "But as I see it, that puppet supported by Heaven, Yun Wan'er, she's really useless! She's hopeless!"
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