"Humph!" A flash of fury crossed Hei Qiu's face, but he forcefully suppressed it and said with a cold snort, "Putting on airs!"
After speaking, Hei Qiu sat cross-legged next to the Black Lotus Saintess and said in a deep voice, "Do not be influenced, stay focused on stabilizing your Taoist feeling. Leave the rest to me. I want to see what earth-shattering things Yang Zhen can still pull off."
Indeed, Hei Qiu did not directly attack and rush up to kill Yang Zhen, which clearly indicated that there were other methods to kill Yang Zhen. In Hei Qiu's eyes, the perfection of the Black Lotus Saintess's Taoist feeling was far more important than directly killing Yang Zhen.
The Black Lotus Saintess nodded, giving Yang Zhen a strange look with a hint of interest at the corner of her mouth.
In fact, there was no great enmity between the Black Lotus Saintess and Yang Zhen. The saintess had even once been curious about Yang Zhen and was quite interested in the various tales about him.
