"Why ask that?"
Chu Feng asked.
"Did you find it or not?"
Xue Ji asked again.
"No," Chu Feng said.
"Do you have any leads?" Xue Ji pressed.
"No."
Chu Feng still couldn't trust Xue Ji. Even though she hadn't shown any hostile intent upon seeing him this time, he simply couldn't let his guard down around her.
He wouldn't tell someone like Xue Ji anything about his mother.
"Oh. Then go ahead and leave."
Xue Ji waved her hand, signaling for Chu Feng to depart.
"What exactly did you mean by asking about my mother? You're not planning to seek revenge on her, are you?"
Chu Feng narrowed his eyes and asked. Though a smile played across his face, killing intent had already taken root within him.
Chu Feng held no enmity toward Xue Ji at present. Regardless of what had happened before, for Yusha's sake alone, he wouldn't make a move against Xue Ji.
Moreover, during this meeting, Xue Ji had not expressed any hostility toward him.
But no matter how inscrutable Xue Ji was — no matter what truly lurked behind those eyes — there was one thing Chu Feng understood clearly.
Xue Ji was someone who always settled her grudges. And Chu Feng had sensed that she harbored resentment over the fact that his mother had forcibly captured her.
So if Xue Ji were to say right now that she intended to take revenge on his mother, Chu Feng would immediately cast her into the enemy's camp.
He had never met his mother, but he would absolutely not tolerate anyone threatening her.
Pfft— But the moment Chu Feng's words left his lips, Xue Ji burst out laughing.
"Chu Feng, since when did you become so stupid?"
"Revenge on your mother? Do I even have the ability to do that?"
"Forget about me — even the Demon Spirit King wouldn't be nearly enough."
Xue Ji said with a laugh.
"Then why ask? Were you just worried about me?" Chu Feng questioned.
"Sure, you can think of it that way. Now hurry up and leave. If the Demon Spirit King spots you here, I won't be able to protect you — and I won't even try."
After saying this, Xue Ji turned her head away, unwilling to look at Chu Feng any longer. Her final gaze was cold.
This was entirely different from the warmth she had shown before — as though she were a completely different person.
But Chu Feng wasn't the least bit surprised. How Xue Ji treated others, he couldn't say, but this was exactly how she had always been with him.
Two words summed up Chu Feng's impression of Xue Ji: inscrutable, and extremely dangerous.
After that, Chu Feng left the palace and departed with Old Cat.
"So, Brother Chu Feng, you believe me now?" Old Cat asked.
"That much was true — you didn't lie to me about that. I can put Xue Ji's account on hold for now. But the debt over the Divine Sealing Bamboo Slips still hasn't been settled."
Chu Feng said.
"Oh come on, it's just the Divine Sealing Bamboo Slips. I'll definitely return them to you."
"Perhaps now is actually the perfect opportunity."
"Brother Chu Feng, I'm not just bragging here."
"My body is quite special. It possesses the art of prophecy, so my instincts are usually spot-on."
"I have a feeling that the Demon Coffin's Mortal Realm isn't a great catastrophe this time — it's an immense opportunity."
"Brother Chu Feng, what do you say we join forces and go claim our share?"
Old Cat rubbed his hands together eagerly as he looked at Chu Feng, his eyes blazing with excitement.
"Just now I asked Xue Ji whether she knew anything about the Demon Coffin's Mortal Realm."