"Husband, should we...escape?"
Zhao Qi asked cautiously.
Li Yunjing shook his head: "Leaving now would be a death sentence."
His Divine Sense extended outward, exploring the area outside the manor where a few seemingly idle vendors and passersby lingered, "Since we left the City Lord's Mansion, these people have been following us. Not to mention..."
"The methods of a Nascent Soul Cultivator aren't so easily evaded."
He raised his hand to trace a line in the Void, a Water Mirror appeared, reflecting a seemingly inconspicuous purple butterfly hovering above the roof.
The patterns on the butterfly's wings bore a seven-point resemblance to the purple markings between Xiao Yuntian's brows.
"For now, we're compelled to work honestly for Xiao Yuntian, hoping that after he's used me, he'll let us go!"
Li Yunjing sighed.
This time, he's truly in trouble.
