On his way to find Little Fatty after leaving that gentle embrace, Du Youqian wore a grave expression, his heart heavy.
Thinking of what the two of them had discussed during their intermission the previous night, he found it impossible to relax.
Most of his previous doubts had been answered.
He also finally understood why the atmosphere in Wenzhe City was so strange, with undercurrents swirling beneath the surface.
He couldn't help but sigh. The Sect had grown so weak. People were walking all over it, and it didn't even dare to make a peep. How utterly suffocating.
'Yes,' Du Youqian guessed, 'how could the upper echelons of the Zhongxuan Sect possibly be unaware of the little tricks the Heavenly Emotions and Oceanic Resentments Sect is pulling in the Blessed Land?'
They just couldn't afford to provoke the Heavenly Emotions and Oceanic Resentments Sect. He figured that as long as that sect didn't cross the line, their leaders would just pretend not to see or hear a thing.
