Chapter 512 Yu Yan's Hypocrisy
Yes, sir?
Is it really that simple?
This was the outcome she had hoped for.
The person in front of him was unaware of how bewildered she looked. After taking in all the changes in her expression, the last trace of gloom in Feng Su's heart disappeared.
She was clearly saying one thing but meaning another.
Feng Su straightened up, a smile playing on his lips, as the auction sounds from the hall drifted back into the private room.
"Weren't we going to find Aunt Zilan? Master, let's go."
Even after knocking on Zi Lan's door, Yu Yan continued to stare at Feng Su's back, her eyes filled with an unfathomable depth.
Why did he compromise so easily?
...
As dusk fell, the auction finally came to an end.
A satisfied smile was hidden in Zi Lan's eyes.
He took a picture of the divine scroll and gave it to his sister, who accepted it.
As Feng Su stepped out the door, he turned back sharply and happened to meet a pair of aggressive eyes.
The man standing on the stairs was dressed in a black robe embroidered with gold thread. His tall and slender figure leaned against the railing. His face was full of aggression, with sharp and well-defined features and a playful smile on his lips.
Noticing Feng Su's gaze, he not only did not flinch, but instead met it head-on without any hesitation.
The Holy Lord descended the stairs slowly and deliberately.
It turns out he was the one who took the Myojin's manuscript.
Feng Su was the Daoist partner he had arranged for Su Ruoruo.
How could someone who currently appears to be only at the Nascent Soul stage steal things from him without him noticing?
What a pleasant surprise!
Previously, the Ming Shen's manuscript was protected so tightly by the auction house that even he could not detect any traces of its aura through the protective barrier set up by the auction house.
But when the object was taken out of the protective shield, he immediately recognized that it contained several unfamiliar auras that did not belong to his Holy Palace.
Of course, not everything was unfamiliar; there was one dish that was familiar, so familiar that it made him want to laugh. He hadn't expected that the person was Feng Su.
"Ah Su?" Yu Yan called out to him, her eyes fixed on him as if trying to catch something else on his face, such as the deliberate concealment or restless probing he used to show when he looked at her.
However, she was disappointed; there was nothing, absolutely nothing.
Yu Yan lowered her eyes, her long, thick eyelashes fluttering slightly: "I'm leaving."
Yu Yan was slow to realize why she should be disappointed.
The woman suppressed her thoughts and walked two steps ahead of Feng Su, thus completely missing the barely suppressed, burning joy in his eyes after she looked away.
The man's gaze was like that of a vicious wolf, yet he gently and cautiously licked the lamb he had long coveted.
She specifically called him A-Su.
...
The Holy Lord did not follow. Originally, he wanted to find the thief who stole his things and take him back to torture him properly.
However, things obviously turned out differently than he expected.
The thief didn't even erase the aura from the Divine Manuscript; he wasn't afraid of being found at all.
Moreover, Feng Su's actions indirectly helped him deliver the items to the intended recipients. Shouldn't he thank him?
Lost in thought, the Holy Lord encountered Yu Xiaoran and Di Lanchen on his way back to the private room.
Yu Xuan was worried that Yu Yan hadn't replied to his message, so he had already gone to Tianxuan Academy to wait for others.
The Holy Palace and the Immortal Palace have always kept to themselves, neither opposing each other nor ever cooperating.
Yu Xiaoran was not surprised at all to see the Holy Lord here.
Just thinking about the person who took the items in the end, Yu Xiaoran's eyes darkened.
It's Zilan.
With Yu Gong's abilities, it wouldn't be difficult for him to find out who was in the next private room.
He never expected it to be Zi Lan.
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