"Do you know who Nie Jiuque reincarnated into?" Jun Moyan suddenly asked.
Feng Liyan looked into his deep, abyss-like eyes, thinking to himself, could it be soone Jun Moyan knows?
"Who?"
Jun Moyan didn’t speak, his expression slightly heavy and complex, as if he didn’t want to bring up these distressing matters.
Feng Liyan frowned.
"Just say it already!"
Suddenly, a bad premonition crossed his mind, and with a heart full of trepidation, he tentatively asked, "It wouldn’t be Bai Yi, would it?"
Jun Moyan glanced at him but still said nothing, leaving it unclear whether he was affirming or denying.
Feng Liyan felt a jolt of dread, convinced it indeed was Bai Yi, and was getting anxious.
"Co on, tell , who is it?"
"Jun Wuchen, Jun Moyan’s second brother, the one you t in the Human Realm," Jun Moyan replied.
"Your... second brother?"
Not Bai Yi?
Feng Liyan was briefly stunned, first sighing in relief, then in astonishnt.
Besides Jun Moyan, he had only seen that one with the la leg from the Jun Family.
"So it was him, no wonder..." Feng Liyan suddenly felt like he had solved a mystery.
"You suspected him?" Jun Moyan was puzzled by his words.
"No, it’s just that when I was treating his leg back then, I found sothing odd about it. But at that ti, his leg was supposedly injured severely in a car accident, so I didn’t think much about it. Now that I think of it, it was all part of his plan from the beginning. He’s ruthless, even to himself, to break his own leg bones."
"Now I finally understand why Nie Jiuque always wore a mask; he truly couldn’t bear to be seen," Feng Liyan remarked.
Jun Moyan remained silent.
"So, what are you planning to do?" Feng Liyan inquired of him.
Jun Moyan was silent for a long ti before speaking, "Can I ask you for a favor?"
Feng Liyan frowned slightly, staring at him for a while, then asked with near certainty, "You don’t an for to save Jun Wuchen, do you?"
"Nie Jiuque is not soone devoid of feelings or obligations. If circumstances allow, he wouldn’t harm Jun Wuchen," Jun Moyan said.
Feng Liyan shook his head speechlessly, said nothing, and turned to leave.
Three days later
Two unexpected guests arrived at the Netherworld, but left swiftly after a short while.
Their arrival attracted the attention of the Ghost ssengers of the Netherworld, prompting the King of the Netherworld to personally co and investigate.
But those two had already left.
Jun Moyan stood with his hands behind his back, observing the scene from afar.
As the King of the Netherworld withdrew his troops, he turned and saw Jun Moyan, promptly approaching with utmost respect to pay homage.
"My lord."
"What happened?" Jun Moyan asked.
"Reporting to my lord, it seems like it was the protectors Moyu and Gua Yue from the Demon Realm."
"For what purpose?"
"I arrived late and do not know their purpose for coming."
"You don’t know?" Jun Moyan lowered his gaze, coldly eyeing the bowing King of the Netherworld.
"I truly don’t know."
"You better really not know. Rember this, since I can make you the King of the Netherworld, I can also turn you back into an ordinary Ghost ssenger, or even prevent you from being a Ghost ssenger at all. With just one word, there’s no place for you in the Six Realms, so you’d better behave."
Having said that, Jun Moyan waved his sleeve and strode away.
How could he not know that it was the King of the Netherworld who secretly helped Moyu and the others find Nie Jiuque’s broken soul? Otherwise, even with the Soul Gathering Umbrella, Moyu and the others couldn’t have found it so quickly after a thousand years.
He also knew that the King of the Netherworld did all this rely to bring back Nie Jiuque and pit him against him till they’re both destroyed, just like a thousand years ago, so he could benefit from the chaos.
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