Chen Yi could guess that Zhou Yitang was quietly watching him from somewhere nearby. This woman often watched silently—calm and still—sometimes without uttering a single word for an entire day.
So, when she did make her appearance, Chen Yi wasn't surprised.
At that time, he was merely dragging out the confrontation with the old nun to buy time, waiting for her arrival.
But contrary to his expectation, it was Anhou who showed up first.
Speaking of which, if Anhou managed to reach this place, could it mean she had a hand in the matter too?
Chen Yi didn't know for sure; he only knew that, at the moment, he felt like teasing his master.
Zhou Yitang's gaze was sharp as a sword, fixed squarely on her defiant disciple. Even though Chen Yi shivered under her intense stare, he still pulled Zhu E tighter into his embrace.
His demeanor resembled that of a guilty man shielding his illicit lover.
