Chapter 60: Strangers
Dream Dao Attainment, Opening Scheme Against Cultivators
Dream-Making Expert
“A portrait?”
“There is. This female disciple’s jade token contains an image of that Lin Qi…”
As Lei Lingzi spoke, he signaled Yang Qingqiu to take out her identity jade token.
Yang Qingqiu lowered her head and said nothing, clutching the identity jade token tightly. Her fingers moved rapidly, trying to delete Lin Qi’s image stored within the identity jade token.
Although she was not clear on what had happened.
But it was obvious that these Foundation Establishment Elders before her were investigating Lin Qi.
Her words carried little weight. She could not help Lin Qi, but she was also unwilling to let Lin Qi be caught because of the image of him she had secretly stored.
“What audacity! In This Venerable’s presence, you still dare to protect that little thief!”
Lei Lingzi detected Yang Qingqiu’s small movements and flew into a rage. He reached out to discipline Yang Qingqiu, but Zhao Yueru stopped him.
“She’s a child of loyalty and righteousness.”
Zhao Yueru spoke with a smile. She reached out and snatched the identity jade token from Yang Qingqiu’s hand, then gave a deep look at Zhao Qingxue beside her, whose heartbeat suddenly sped up.
Then she beckoned to Yang Qingqiu. “Good child. Come here, let’s talk inside.”
With that, Zhao Yueru paid no mind to whether Yang Qingqiu was willing. With one hand she firmly grabbed Zhao Qingxue, with the other she led Yang Qingqiu along, and stepped into the room.
“We womenfolk are having a chat. You men don’t come over to join the fun.”
That single sentence dispelled the thoughts of Lei Lingzi and Ye Wanli coming over. Zhao Yueru’s expression was gloomy. She closed the door, first glanced at her own disappointing disciple, then said to Yang Qingqiu, “Open it. Let This Venerable see just what kind of divine figure this Lin Qi is!”
Yang Qingqiu lowered her head, silently resisting.
Zhao Yueru could no longer hold back. This old lady can’t bear to hit Zhao Qingxue, but can’t I bear to hit you?
She raised her hand to slap Yang Qingqiu, but Zhao Qingxue stopped her. “Master, why must you force her?”
“I’m forcing her?!”
Zhao Yueru was so angry she laughed. “Do you not want to know what that Lin Qi looks like? Or have you already guessed what he looks like?”
“Master, your disciple kowtows to you.”
Zhao Qingxue knew her thoughts had been seen through by Zhao Yueru. She knelt on the ground. She said nothing else, only kowtowed to Zhao Yueru.
Once, twice, three times.
Even though Zhao Yueru had cultivated for three hundred years, and her heart had long since grown as cold as condensed ice-soul divine light, seeing the bright red blood on Zhao Qingxue’s forehead, she still could not help but soften.
She reached out to stop Zhao Qingxue. “Stop kowtowing, your Master isn’t dead yet. Speak. Is it him or not?”
Zhao Qingxue hesitated a moment before speaking in a low voice. “I’m not certain either. But I think it should be him.”