Shen Yue's senses were extremely sharp.
True cultivation, in the process of advancing, makes one's senses increasingly keen, and at the same time, one sees the truth of the world more clearly.
Shen Yue had a feeling—Ye Xingchen didn't take the current changes to heart at all; he was worried about something else.
Du Zijun obviously didn't notice this; he had been scheming for so long, and although he was extremely wary of Ye Xingchen, even he couldn't figure out how Ye Xingchen could still counterattack.
"Ye Xingchen, you're finished."
Du Zijun said firmly, "But we are not the type to kill without leaving a trace; we have the spirit of a contract. As long as you hand over all your three incense sticks, we'll leave immediately and absolutely won't kill you."
