"He doesn't seem to have any intention of dealing with us."

Miao Qinghui sighed, glanced to the side, and gave a helpless smile.

Tong Xinchuan channeled spiritual qi into the Demon-Subjugating Golden Arrow and, unusually, likewise gave a soft laugh. "It seems so."

Mad! They've all gone mad!

Yu Chao'an's gaze swept back and forth across his senior brother's and sister's faces. To his mind, the golden body had deliberately exposed their presences and made the demon emperor react ahead of time — which, taken pessimistically, was no different from deliberately setting them up to die.

And these two showed not the slightest anger — they were laughing.

Absolutely absurd.

Just as streaming light welled up along the golden arrow in Tong Xinchuan's palm, the golden dharma form finally moved: the dark-gold flood dragon abruptly darted out and gently touched his shoulder with its tail-tip.

"..."

Now even Tong Xinchuan couldn't help feeling some confusion.

Even granting Shen Yi needed to win a demon emperor's trust, surely he wouldn't trade the several of their heads for it?

He hesitated a moment, then set the golden arrow down after all.

That subtle gesture left not only Yu Chao'an but even Miao Qinghui somewhat puzzled.

Tong Xinchuan was renowned for his ruthlessness — arguably the disciple most distant from Master on all of Wutong Mountain. Before the business in the Thousand Demon Den, these fellow disciples had genuinely believed that even if they died in front of him, he would handle it in the most coldly rational way possible.

Even if his ruthlessness was an affectation — could his suspicious nature be one too?

A man like him, entrusting his life to another's hands?

"Hah."

Tong Xinchuan put away the golden arrow and looked ahead in silence.

The vivid crimson robe he'd once worn had stood for his matchless pride.

Formation masters like themselves — their minds far surpassed those of other reckless cultivators.

Correspondingly, for Shen Yi to have bested him in the art of formations, that mind must be sharper still, his conduct more thorough.

When one couldn't understand something,…