Fan Yang's expression was full of grievance, as if he truly didn't know Chu Mo would make a move, his gaze without a trace of evasion, appearing exceedingly sincere.
Yiyi's eyes were cold as she looked at Fan Yang, anger mixed with a touch of helplessness. After all, Fan Yang had been her follower for so years, always loyal and undeviating, never defying her. Seeing Fan Yang's aggrieved look, at this mont, Yiyi really began to wonder whether Fan Yang was deliberate or unintentional.
That move just now had been too coincidental!
If not for Fan Yang appearing right in the line of attack of Chu Mo's strike, that Imperial Lord of the third level would have surely been cleaved by Chu Mo's blade!
To say he did it on purpose seed unlikely, not to ntion the two were not from the sa camp. Even if Fan Yang did want to do sothing, it hardly seed worth risking his own life. Because if Chu Mo hadn't withdrawn his blade, even he would have been cut down; but to say it was unintentional, everyone also found it hard to justify, for such a mistake was too elentary!
Even soone with little combat experience shouldn't have been in that position at that ti.
Changping, who was sitting and resting on the side, had a flicker in his eyes. Although he had been focused on healing his wounds, he hadn't stopped paying attention to this side, so he was clearer about the whole incident than anyone else. But there were so things he just couldn't openly speak about. Thus, Changping directly communicated with Chu Mo through a ssage: "That guy called Fan Yang is trying to set you up! Right before you made your move, he had communicated with that Imperial Lord, and although they hid it well, they were definitely exchanging ssages! Then, at the instant your blade swung down, he perfectly positioned himself there, betting that you wouldn't dare to strike him too. He created an opportunity for that bastard Imperial Lord to escape. Be careful, that Fan Yang definitely has a problem!"
Chu Mo replied with a simple acknowledgnt: "I'm aware."
Then, Chu Mo said to Yiyi, "The matter is done, talking about it now is useless. Let's hurry on, otherwise, if that person gets reinforcents, we'll be in danger."
While Chu Mo spoke these words, his formidable divine sense was locked onto Fan Yang.
Chu Mo's divine sense far surpassed his current realm, having entered the domain of an Imperial Lord. Hence, as his divine sense locked onto Fan Yang, Fan Yang had no way of detecting it. Chu Mo noticed that while he was speaking, the ntal fluctuations in response were clearly sowhat abnormal.
Without revealing anything in his deanor, Chu Mo asked Chu Qing, "Sister, what do you think?"
Chu Qing did not say much either, just nodded her head: "Since it's all a misunderstanding, let's leave quickly." Saying so, Chu Qing glanced at Changping, "Brother Xiao, are you alright?"
At this ti, Changping stood up, smiling, "Thanks to you all for coming to my rescue, I'm fine, not dead yet!"
"That's good, let's move on quickly," said Chu Qing, not casting another glance at Fan Yang.
Hu Lie and Yue Qingcheng, despite the anger on their faces, also didn't say much more.
Yiyi alone looked embarrassed. Although she had sensed sothing, she didn't dare to believe nor wanted to. But at this mont, her heart was the most discomforted.
The group then left the place, continuing deeper into the heavenly road.
For three consecutive days, there was no disturbance; although they encountered several powerful natives of the heavenly road, everyone managed to get through by working together without much danger.
During the battles, Fan Yang was very active. Although he didn't say much, he gave the impression that he was trying to make ands for his guilt.
It seed, gradually, everyone began to forget about the incident. After Changping recovered from his injuries a bit, he did not leave the group. His goal was also to delve deeper into the heavenly road for enlightennt. Being with these people would be safer.
On the fifth night, the group stopped in a wasteland and settled down by a lake.
Everyone's storage ring contained tents, spaced neither too far nor too close to each other. It was the kind of distance where, should anything happen, everyone could respond instantly without affecting one another's cultivation.
Fan Yang sat in his tent, his expression grim, his eyes brooding, radiating an aura of resentnt and anger.
First, he took out an ancient dharma instrunt from his storage ring—a disc inscribed with complex patterns and a crack nearly splitting its surface.
It was a slightly damaged ancient dharma instrunt, once a supre instrunt. Despite its flaws, it still possessed imnse power.
Touching the dharma instrunt, Fan Yang's eyes flickered with indecision. At last, he gritted his teeth and made up his mind, channeling his power into the ancient instrunt to activate it.
The instrunt lit up instantly, emitting a soft glow and forming a defensive barrier around Fan Yang's body.
This was an ancient dharma instrunt that isolated divine sense and sound. Of course, it had other uses, but its power to isolate divine sense and sound was strong enough to baffle even a supre ruler. In its unblemished state, its defense could completely thwart a supre ruler's probes!
But this was enough!
After the barrier was fully ford, Fan Yang let out a sigh of relief and intentionally coughed loudly a few tis.
Outside, it was deathly silent, without a single sound.
Fan Yang finally felt at ease; this heirloom ancient dharma instrunt was quite useful indeed.
"Yiyi, I'm sorry, you forced this upon ! If you were still like before, I would never do such a thing. But rest assured, I will treat you well in the future! If they go back on their word and try to harm you, even if it ans death, I will protect you and help you escape from here!"
Fan Yang muttered to himself as he fondled the ancient dharma instrunt, "A defense that isolates divine sense and sound… Most importantly, it's a rare spatial dharma instrunt! It can directly carry you through the void! Far away from here. Of course, I hope we'll never need to use this ability."
As Fan Yang spoke, a fierce light flashed in his eyes. "Chu Mo, you deserve to die a thousand deaths! What right does soone as lowly as you have to get close to my Yiyi? You're just lucky, ascending to the altar by chance. Today, I will send you plumting into the endless abyss! Don't you have many powerful dharma instrunts? Aren't you wealthy? Handing you over to those powerhouses on the heavenly road, I'm sure they'll love it!"
With that, Fan Yang spread out his palm, where an invisible strand of divine sense lingered.
That was a wisp of divine sense belonging to the third realm emperor they had encountered a few days ago! The emperor had covertly granted Fan Yang a thread so that they could maintain contact at all tis.
Next, Fan Yang took out a transmission stone and carefully infused the divine sense into it.
Then, he activated the transmission stone, and from the other side… an icy voice promptly transmitted. Fan Yang's face showed a mix of excitent and nervousness; he instinctively looked up in the direction of the tent's entrance.
The mont he looked up, his complexion turned ashen, devoid of any color.
His entire being, like a statue, was frozen in place.
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