Chapter 1503 - 437: Yaoyao Trusts Her, So I Trust Her

Zhou Qing silently finished his tea, ignoring the discussions around him.

He settled the tea bill and prepared to head to the market to pick out some toys for Little Yaoyao.

Just as he stepped out of the teahouse, his gaze casually swept across the long street—

Suddenly, he was in shock!

In front of the nearby inn, several familiar figures were making their way up the steps.

A woman in green walked with ease, followed by two burly men.

"Yu Yan? Zhao Muye? Demon Emperor Bai Xiang?!"

Zhou Qing’s dead-water-like eyes suddenly rippled with emotion.

He had anticipated traveling for another half-year before reaching the territory of the Yu Race, yet unexpectedly, he encountered them just after leaving the third tail region.

"Searching everywhere but find it unexpectedly..." A trace of joy flashed in his eyes as he quickly carried Yaoyao and chased after them.

...

Inside the inn, the three chose an elegant private room to sit.

The wooden table emitted a fragrance of tea, yet the atmosphere was unmistakably heavy.

"Bang!"

Zhao Muye’s broad palm slammed heavily onto the table, causing the tea cups to clatter.

His fierce eyes widened as he glared at the two: "In the Jiuli Dynasty, the one who saved me was clearly Zhou! Since you knew this all along, why did you hide it from me?"

Yu Yan lightly raised her hand, silently setting up a sound insulation restriction.

She sighed lightly: "Haven’t we already explained? Zhou has to consider his sect behind him, he can’t afford the Yan Family’s revenge."

"But he knew the risk and still chose to help!" Zhao Muye’s voice was hoarse and his eyes turned bloodshot.

"I, Zhao Muye, can never betray this life-saving grace! Zhou’s business, I, Zhao Muye, will take care of it! If they dare unite against us, then let them destroy the Zhao Family too!"

Demon Emperor Bai Xiang sighed, gently shook his head, and the silver ring on his nose trembled: "We anticipated you’d be impulsive, which is why we kept it from you back then."

"How am I impulsive?" Zhao Muye’s eyes turned red, and his fists crackled.

Bai Xiang’s gaze was deep as he calmly said, "Is the Zhao Family only yours? Are you sure you can make this decision?"

Zhao Muye opened his mouth, his Adam’s apple moved up and down, yet he could only squeeze out one word: "I..."

Yu Yan also gently shook her head and said, "Don’t mention the Zhao Family, now in the whole Nanhuang State, who dares openly to shelter Zhou Qing?"

She lowered her voice: "Now, countless people covet the two Inscription-level divine techniques he possesses, it’s said even some Earth Venerables have mobilized."

The room fell into silence immediately, only Zhao Muye’s heavy breathing could be heard.

"So what do we do now?" After a brief silence, Zhao Muye once again slammed his fist on the table, causing the tea cups to jump an inch.

"When the Yan Family came looking, I should have just admitted that Yama died at my hands! At least then the Shen Family wouldn’t be everyone’s target."

"You’re oversimplifying it." Yu Yan raised her delicate hand, a wisp of spiritual power stabilized the jumping tea cup.

The sunlight outside the window cast mottled shadows on her face through the carved window sheathing.

"The death of the Yan Family brothers is just an excuse. What the Yan Family truly covets is the incomplete Inscription-level divine technique held by the Liu and Shen Family ancestors," Yu Yan said helplessly.

Bai Xiang’s silver ring on his nose lightly swayed: "Without sufficient benefits, how could the Yan Family offer five thousand years of protection?"

"Right now, the most urgent," Yu Yan followed up, "is quickly finding Zhou and providing secret assistance, secondly, I need to personally go to the Holy Martial Dynasty to inform Taiqing Sect, so that they are well prepared!"

Zhao Muye’s fierce eyes glittered suddenly: "That’s exactly right! If those petty people discover Taiqing Sect before us..."

His fists crackled loudly, and his voice turned severe, "With Zhou’s character, he would rather take personal risks than implicate the sect!"

Old Bai and Yu Yan both nodded.

"Miss Yu Yan!" Just then, a voice as fine as a thread pierced through the sound insulation restriction, abruptly echoing in Yu Yan’s Sea of Consciousness.

The hand she held the cup with slightly trembled, nearly spilling the tea.

This familiar voice—

"Don’t alert them, I’m waiting in the alley outside." Zhou Qing’s voice communicated again.

Yu Yan suppressed the stirring in her heart, laid down the tea cup with a normal face: "Cousin, I’m going to the street to buy some things, I’ll be back soon."

She said and left hurriedly.

The Demon Emperor Bai Xiang’s nose twitched slightly, as if realizing the familiar scent again, he immediately understood.

The nearby Zhao Muye remained oblivious, impatiently spraying heavy breaths, his chest still full of resentment.

"Waiter!" He suddenly roared, causing dust on the beam to fall down, "Where the hell did you go? Do you want me to brew the wine myself?"

Bai Xiang lightly sighed, his eyes full of helplessness.

...

In the dim alley outside the inn, Zhou Qing stood silently with a bamboo basket on his back.

The conversation in the private room earlier, he had heard every word clearly.

Amongst the warmth rushing through his heart, more was a sense of relief—there are still a few in this vast Nanhuang State who possess genuine temperaments worth entrusting.

His gaze swept over the swaying sign at the alley entrance, shaking his head silently.

Zhao Muye’s big nerves and unburdened heart might have something to do with the Body Refining Technique practiced in the Zhao Family that allows direct advancement into Spirit Slash.

If not for such pure sincerity, how could he be free of karma and directly enter Spirit Slash?

The sound of urgent footsteps approached from the alley entrance.

"Zhou!"

Yu Yan hurriedly turned into the alley and suddenly looked up, the bronze mask shone with cold light under the sun.

Even more shocking to her were the strands of hair hanging from the edge of the mask.

The once ink-black hair now had turned a glaring gray.

She abruptly stopped in her tracks, her eyes moistened immediately.

Feelings of guilt surged in her heart, she hurriedly bowed in salute.

If not for saving her, how would Zhou Ning have killed Yama?

If not for Yama’s death, how would the Yan Family have used Yan Sen and Yama’s death as a pretext to join forces with the Liu Family to destroy the Shen Family?