Chapter 4695 — I Can't See It Either
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At least, if she had been in Wei Zhao's place, Huo Yudie knew she did not possess such an unruffled temperament; even if she did not kill someone on the spot to establish her authority, she would absolutely have given the other party a taste of their own medicine.
To clearly possess overwhelming strength, yet after being mocked to one's face still trail along behind like a bystander as if nothing had happened—what kind of formidable temperament did that require?
Little did she know, there was a proper term for this sort of thing: playing the pig to eat the tiger. Wei Zhao had been an expert at it ever since he first set foot on the martial stage. A mere handful of self-important so-called geniuses—if something like that could make him hot-tempered and restless, then all his years of cultivation before this would have been wasted.
"All right, I really do have to hand it to you!" Wei Zhao laughed, glanced at the girl, and said, "Hurry along now. Aren't you embarrassed anymore?"
"You're still on about that!" Huo Yudie's pretty face flushed red. This fellow truly knew just where to poke. After that little episode earlier, she had barely managed to put the awkward, mortifying scene behind her, and now in the blink of an eye he had dragged it up again—infuriating!
Watching Huo Yudie stalk ahead in a huff, Wei Zhao could only shake his head speechlessly, feeling thoroughly baffled. What was going on here? Why did it feel as though this girl had suddenly grown a good deal more assertive?
A woman's heart is a needle at the bottom of the sea—that saying was not the least bit false. Men should never hope to figure out what women are thinking, because that is an unsolvable proposition in itself...
They pressed on, and Huo Yudie once again took the lead as she had at the very beginning. With her strength at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, so long as she did not let her attention wander, clearing the way ahead was no problem at all—especially with Wei Zhao behind her, always standing guard. Even if some danger did appear up ahead, he would have casually snuffed it out before she could react. So it was, driven by her strength, that this stretch of road offered no real threat to speak of.
Several hours passed in this manner, and the sky gradually darkened once more. A crescent moon tinged with blood rose in the heavens, hazy and indistinct, giving one the feeling that the moon had grown fur.
Wei Zhao looked up, pinched his chin, smacked his lips, and muttered, "A furred moon? And carrying such a heavy reek of blood? That's not an auspicious sign at all!"
On second thought, however, the land beneath their feet was the ruins of an ancient battlefield—in plain terms, a top-grade mass grave dating back to antiquity, where killing intent, baleful energy, and corpse qi were all gathered into one. To call it the most sinister place under heaven would not be an exaggeration, so a so-called blood-tinged furred moon appearing here was only natural.
Wei Zhao himself did not take it to heart; folk legends of this sort were meant to frighten children. But Huo Yudie, walking ahead of him, heard his muttering and suddenly found her feet unwilling to move. Though she was an expert at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, she was also a young woman, and no matter how formidable her strength, she was still afraid of such legends.
Especially the blood-tinged furred moon overhead at this moment—no matter how one looked at it, it was genuinely unnerving. She had been striding boldly ahead, opening a gap of at least five zhang between herself and Wei Zhao; but after he finished that muttered remark, as they walked, the girl suddenly fell back to just in front of him—less than half a zhang between them, close enough that a careless step would land on his heels.