Li Chang'an was the same as always.
He wore a white robe and had a gentle disposition, carrying the faint, pleasant fragrance of herbs and wood. He was like a Spirit Medicine born of heaven and earth, and his presence alone was exceptionally comforting.
He didn't look like someone from a Demon Sect.
Li Chang'an felt her gaze on him and, without a word exchanged, instantly knew what she was thinking.
"Saintess, I recognize these three Arrays because I've had some fortuitous encounters related to the Array Dao in recent years. I'm not a Demon Sect spy."
"Don't worry, Daoist Li. Even if you really were a Demon Sect spy, I'd still give you a chance to escape."
"..."
Li Chang'an was rendered speechless.
They had known each other for a long time and had fought side-by-side on numerous occasions. All those years of friendship, and this was what it amounted to—a single chance to escape.
It was obvious.
Zi Xi harbored a deep-seated hatred for all Demonic Influences.
