Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
“Shut up!” snapped the Head of the Undead Race.
Normally, it was Gu Chaoyan who engaged in conversations with him and Di Hongyun. This marked the first ti the Head of the Undead Race had spoken directly to Gu Chaoyan.
After uttering those words, the Head of the Undead Race felt a sense of relief.
He knew he couldn’t easily get rid of this woman because he was no match for her.
Gu Chaoyan remained unperturbed by his words, maintaining her enigmatic smile.
It was all rather absurd.
The Head of the Undead Race pursed his lips in response. This woman was mocking him !
Fortunately, he had only revealed his identity as the Head of the Undead Race, not as the leader of the Hall of Xuhai City. If she had known he was the leader of Xuhai City and couldn’t distinguish between the real and the fake, she might have burst into laughter. If she had gone there, he would have been left with no one to protect him. That would have been disastrous!
The Head of the Undead Race contemplated this internally, rolling his eyes at Gu Chaoyan but refraining from saying a word.
“Isn’t that the old man?” he said in surprise, referring to Elder Lin.
Gu Chaoyan turned her gaze to see Elder Lin and a group of disciples.
“Why is that old man here?” the Head of the Undead Race asked, a look of confusion on his face.
Gu Chaoyan rolled her eyes once again, disapproving of the Head of the Undead Race’s manner of referring to Elder Lin.
However, the Head of the Undead Race had lived for over a thousand years and did not consider the Elder n of the Supre Sect as his superiors. In his eyes, they were rely juniors.
That’s why he shouted without a hint of politeness.
Gu Chaoyan was growing increasingly annoyed by him.
However…
What she hadn’t expected was the presence of another person within the illusion, soone from the Supre Sect.
With mbers of the Supre Sect gathered together, breaking through the illusion would be much easier.
Elder Lin also spotted them and greeted them with a warm smile.
“Lady Chaoyan, what brings you here? We rushed to find Pei Yueling, but she vanished suddenly. We combed through Xuhai City, but found no trace of the Undead Race, other schools, or the Grand Unity Sect,” Elder Lin explained.
Gu Chaoyan suddenly halted in her tracks.
“What’s wrong? Did you step on sothing?” The Head of the Undead Race, curious, looked down at her feet. Gu Chaoyan shot him an angry glare.
What was he thinking?
It wasn’t about stepping on sothing.
It was just…
She had a nagging feeling that sothing was amiss with Elder Lin.
Elder Lin should not have treated her so informally.
And since when had Elder Lin started addressing her so casually?
Sothing was off.
This was unlike Elder Lin.
Furthermore, she observed the nurous disciples from the Supre Sect. They wore varying expressions, but none of them appeared truly alive.
It was as if they weren’t human at all.
Not human?
As Gu Chaoyan contemplated this, inspiration struck her like a lightning bolt.
If they weren’t human…
Then they shouldn’t be part of the illusion!
If that were the case, everything began to fall into place!
She had encountered a similar illusion on the dragon vessel.
The Taiwu Illusion was distinct. Pei Yueling must have mastered this illusion within the dragon vein!
“Watch out for them,” Gu Chaoyan cautioned..
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