“Junior Brother Ning isn’t Young Master Li.” Ji Mofan glanced again toward the gate of the City Lord’s Mansion.
Ning Weisheng was someone who had been at odds with him for so long over the chief position; surely he wouldn't be so foolish as to be this confused?
She didn't actually make many facial expressions, but her undisguised inner thoughts still didn't escape Li Jinchu's notice.
"In the face of love, everyone is equally crazy," he said.
Then he sighed, looking somewhat regretful.
“Sometimes I wonder if you’re really just pretending to be stupid, or if your skills in managing people have become so advanced that even I can’t keep up with you.” After a slight pause, Li Jinchu continued.
Although the eldest son of the Li family appeared calm, his every move still revealed an undeniable arrogance.
The fact that he said those words shows that he was genuinely expressing his feelings.
After all, there were only him and Ji Mofan present at the moment, so Li Jinchu didn't need to put on a show for anyone.
He also knew very well what kind of person Ji Mofan was; such a casual remark could not possibly make the latter open his heart to him.
It's rare that a single sentence he utters only has the surface meaning.
"His skill in controlling people is high?" Ji Mo Fan himself was neither able to comment on his assessment.
If he truly possessed such abilities, how could he have allowed his past life to end in such a lonely and helpless state?
“I suggest you take a good look at how Ning Weisheng does things this time,” Li Jinchu said to him again.
"It will be good for you."
Seeing the rather suspicious look that Ji Mofan was giving her, Li Jinchu couldn't help but chuckle.
"Don't look at me like that. What bad intentions could I possibly have?" He smiled like an innocent puppy, which was extremely convincing. "I just saw that you were a bit lost and didn't want your talent to go to waste, so I wanted to give you some pointers."
Jimo Fan still remains skeptical.
It may appear to be a harmless canine, but a fox is still a fox.
A leopard can't change its spots, and Li Jinchu can't change his habit of always putting his own interests first.
This time, Li Jinchu did not continue to explain.
Some things should be said only briefly; saying too much is counterproductive and will only have the opposite effect.
Ji Mofan is very clever, as can be seen from the fact that he was able to cooperate flexibly with his performance even though he knew nothing about it.
The road ahead is long, and time will tell.
*
After being questioned at the entrance for a while, the guards dragged Ning Weisheng into the city lord's mansion.
As Ning Weisheng walked through the magnificent mansion, he couldn't help but glance around a few more times.
The interior design styles in this demon realm are all pretty much the same.
Whether it was due to the influence of the Demon Lord or because they simply preferred opulent designs, even a small city lord's mansion was decorated in a very opulent manner.
This is completely opposite to the style of the cultivation world, where every tile exudes simplicity and elegance.
Even Qi Fengyu, the young sect leader of the Yuncang Sword Sect, whose room was decorated the most expensively, didn't decorate it like this.
Things there may be expensive, but they won't be covered in gold like this.
Every three steps there's a luminous pearl, every ten steps a glass lamp; if you didn't know better, you'd think you'd entered a treasure vault.
It's so extravagant it's almost vulgar.
The moment Ning Weisheng stepped into the main hall of the city lord's mansion, he felt as if his eyes had been severely injured once again.
The hall was overflowing with gold and silver jewels, which refracted a dazzling halo under the perfect afternoon sun.
When he looked up at the main seat, he couldn't even make out the expression on the face there.
"General, this man is said to have attempted to sneak into our city but was captured by the city's residents." The guard stepped forward first, saluted, and recounted the general events.
The person seated raised their hand to indicate that they understood.
He rose and slowly walked down from his seat on the high platform, his features gradually becoming clearer from the excessively dazzling reflection.
Ning Weisheng felt his pupils shrink slightly as he looked at it.
...Why does this person look so familiar?
He didn't react at the moment, he just stood there quietly and looked the other person up and down.
The little demon cultivator Miao Miao, standing beside him, first respectfully bowed to him, saying, "General Wu Qi."
Wu Qi stood in front of the two of them and nodded.
Ning Weisheng felt his heart pounding.
He vaguely remembered when he heard the name; this person was one of the fourteen demon generals who were in the main city a few days ago.
They rarely crossed paths, but since the righteous sects were all detained in the Demon Palace by the Demon Lord during that period, they had at least met each other a few times.
Ning Weisheng was unsure whether Wu Qiji remembered his face.
As Wu Qi, clad in black armor and several sizes larger than himself, slowly approached him, Ning Weisheng couldn't help but nod slightly.
Even without actively emitting demonic energy, the oppressive feeling he evokes is still quite terrifying.
Wu Qi remained silent and extended one hand toward Miao Miao beside him.
Miao Miao was taken aback. "General?"
"Where are the Gu worms?" Wu Qi finally gave him a proper look. "Just now at the gate, didn't you tell my guards that you used the Love Gu to control a righteous cultivator whose cultivation was far stronger than yours?"
Miao Miao belatedly nodded and said "oh" a long string of words, then hurriedly took out the small pottery jar and presented it with both hands.
Ning Weisheng's heart was at ease for a moment, then tightened again.
The reason for letting it go is that since Miao Miao could hand over the Gu worm so casually, it means that at least it wasn't planted on him by Ji Mofan or Li Jinchu when he wasn't paying attention.
I brought it up because...
Did Wu Qi hear their entire conversation at the door?
It's possible that the sound of the petition drum at the entrance prompted him to send a wisp of his divine sense to investigate what had happened.
Releasing one's divine sense is very energy-consuming, and ordinary cultivators who have not reached a certain level of cultivation rarely do so.
But what if Wu Qi is just that idle, and his normal habit is to spread his divine sense throughout the entire border town?
Since entering the city, they had been concealing their presence to avoid being exposed, so even though Wu Qi's divine sense was being released, they had difficulty detecting it.
One piece of bad news is that, thanks to the magical artifact in the hands of that strange man nicknamed "Pipa Man" by Li Jinchu, they can be mistaken for demonic cultivators without using their spiritual energy.
But what if Wu Qi overheard their conversation?
A whole host of thoughts were bubbling up inside Ning Weisheng, but he had to suppress them all and maintain a calm facade.
Regardless of Wu Qi's intentions, since he wasn't tied up and killed immediately, Ning Weisheng had to continue acting according to the script given by Li Jinchu.
As Wu Qi lured the little Gu worm out of the pottery jar, the black worm lay on his fingertip, its obedient appearance revealing an eerie sense of terror.
He gently flicked the worm with his thumb.
Ning Weisheng, who had been expressionless just moments before, suddenly gave Wu Qi a slight reaction.
He tilted his head and stared at him blankly.
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