"This... you... you can see what's in my mind?" Chu Yi scoffed coldly, what's so difficult about that?
Facing a fellow Cultivator, he had to use the Soul Searching Technique.
But for such a mundane person, he simply needed a touch of Divine Sense to uncover the truth. "Hah, so, don't think about using me; I despise being used by others the most," Chu Yi's face was stern.
Vastly different from before.
This, however, frightened poor lame Zhang quite a bit. But he quickly regained his composure. "I will never dare to do so again."
"Rest assured, I won't kill you. That's enough, I'm a bit tired, let's—sleep," he said.
"Hmm..."
Lame Zhang hastened to lead Chu Yi to the guest room.
Having not closed his eyes for such an extended period, even as a Cultivator, he felt he couldn't hold on any longer! Meanwhile, inside the restricted area, there was utter chaos.
On the large screen, three peoples' portraits turned grey. "Something terrible has happened!"
"What happened?"
