Fan Yang's expression was full of grievance, as if he truly didn't know Chu Mo would make a move, his gaze without a trace of evasion, appearing exceedingly sincere.

Yiyi's eyes were cold as she looked at Fan Yang, anger mixed with a touch of helplessness. After all, Fan Yang had been her follower for some years, always loyal and undeviating, never defying her. Seeing Fan Yang's aggrieved look, at this moment, Yiyi really began to wonder whether Fan Yang was deliberate or unintentional.

That move just now had been too coincidental!

If not for Fan Yang appearing right in the line of attack of Chu Mo's strike, that Imperial Lord of the third level would have surely been cleaved by Chu Mo's blade!

To say he did it on purpose seemed unlikely, not to mention the two were not from the same camp. Even if Fan Yang did want to do something, it hardly seemed worth risking his own life. Because if Chu Mo hadn't withdrawn his blade, even he would have been cut down; but to say it was unintentional, everyone also found it hard to justify, for such a mistake was too elementary!

Even someone with little combat experience shouldn't have been in that position at that time.

Changping, who was sitting and resting on the side, had a flicker in his eyes. Although he had been focused on healing his wounds, he hadn't stopped paying attention to this side, so he was clearer about the whole incident than anyone else. But there were some things he just couldn't openly speak about. Thus, Changping directly communicated with Chu Mo through a message: "That guy called Fan Yang is trying to set you up! Right before you made your move, he had communicated with that Imperial Lord, and although they hid it well, they were definitely exchanging messages! Then, at the instant your blade swung down, he perfectly positioned himself there, betting that you wouldn't dare to strike him too. He created an opportunity for that bastard Imperial Lord to escape. Be careful, that Fan Yang definitely has a problem!"

Chu Mo replied with a simple acknowledgment: "I'm aware."

Then, Chu Mo said to Yiyi, "The matter is done, talking about it now is useless. Let's hurry on, otherwise, if that person gets reinforcements, we'll be in danger."

While Chu Mo spoke these words, his formidable divine sense was locked onto Fan Yang.

Chu Mo's divine sense far surpassed his current realm, having entered the domain of an Imperial Lord. Hence, as his divine sense locked onto Fan Yang, Fan Yang had no way of detecting it. Chu Mo noticed that while he was speaking, the mental fluctuations in response were clearly somewhat abnormal.

Without revealing anything in his demeanor, Chu Mo asked Chu Qing, "Sister, what do you think?"

Chu Qing did not say much either, just nodded her head: "Since it's all a misunderstanding, let's leave quickly." Saying so, Chu Qing glanced at Changping, "Brother Xiao, are you alright?"

At this time, Changping stood up, smiling, "Thanks to you all for coming to my rescue, I'm fine, not dead yet!"

"That's good, let's move on quickly," said Chu Qing, not casting another glance at Fan Yang.

Hu Lie and Yue Qingcheng, despite the anger on their faces, also didn't say much more.

Yiyi alone looked embarrassed. Although she had sensed something, she didn't dare to believe nor wanted to. But at this moment, her heart was the most discomforted.

The group then left the place, continuing deeper into the heavenly road.

For three consecutive days, there was no disturbance; although they encountered several powerful natives of the heavenly road, everyone managed to get through by working together without much danger.

During the battles, Fan Yang was very active. Although he didn't say much, he gave the impression that he was trying to make amends for his guilt.

It seemed, gradually, everyone began to forget about the incident. After Changping recovered from his injuries a bit, he did not leave the group. His goal was also to delve deeper into the heavenly road for enlightenment. Being with these people would be safer.

On the fifth night, the group stopped in a wasteland and settled down by a lake.

Everyone's storage ring contained tents, spaced neither too far nor too close to each other. It was the kind of distance where, should anything happen, everyone could respond instantly without affecting one another's cultivation.

Fan Yang sat in his tent, his expression grim, his eyes brooding, radiating an aura of resentment and anger.

First, he took out an ancient dharma instrument from his storage ring—a disc inscribed with complex patterns and a crack nearly splitting its surface.

It was a slightly damaged ancient dharma instrument, once a supreme instrument. Despite its flaws, it still possessed immense power.

Touching the dharma instrument, Fan Yang's eyes flickered with indecision. At last, he gritted his teeth and made up his mind, channeling his power into the ancient instrument to activate it.

The instrument lit up instantly, emitting a soft glow and forming a defensive barrier around Fan Yang's body.

This was an ancient dharma instrument that isolated divine sense and sound. Of course, it had other uses, but its power to isolate divine sense and sound was strong enough to baffle even a supreme ruler. In its unblemished state, its defense could completely thwart a supreme ruler's probes!

But this was enough!

After the barrier was fully formed, Fan Yang let out a sigh of relief and intentionally coughed loudly a few times.

Outside, it was deathly silent, without a single sound.

Fan Yang finally felt at ease; this heirloom ancient dharma instrument was quite useful indeed.

"Yiyi, I'm sorry, you forced this upon me! If you were still like before, I would never do such a thing. But rest assured, I will treat you well in the future! If they go back on their word and try to harm you, even if it means death, I will protect you and help you escape from here!"

Fan Yang muttered to himself as he fondled the ancient dharma instrument, "A defense that isolates divine sense and sound… Most importantly, it's a rare spatial dharma instrument! It can directly carry you through the void! Far away from here. Of course, I hope we'll never need to use this ability."

As Fan Yang spoke, a fierce light flashed in his eyes. "Chu Mo, you deserve to die a thousand deaths! What right does someone as lowly as you have to get close to my Yiyi? You're just lucky, ascending to the altar by chance. Today, I will send you plummeting into the endless abyss! Don't you have many powerful dharma instruments? Aren't you wealthy? Handing you over to those powerhouses on the heavenly road, I'm sure they'll love it!"

With that, Fan Yang spread out his palm, where an invisible strand of divine sense lingered.

That was a wisp of divine sense belonging to the third realm emperor they had encountered a few days ago! The emperor had covertly granted Fan Yang a thread so that they could maintain contact at all times.

Next, Fan Yang took out a transmission stone and carefully infused the divine sense into it.

Then, he activated the transmission stone, and from the other side… an icy voice promptly transmitted. Fan Yang's face showed a mix of excitement and nervousness; he instinctively looked up in the direction of the tent's entrance.

The moment he looked up, his complexion turned ashen, devoid of any color.

His entire being, like a statue, was frozen in place.

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