Chapter 1031
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Chapter 1031 The Tacit Understanding Between Smart People
Aren’t these the two Night Watchers from Cangnan City?
How did they appear here?
An Qingyu clearly remembered that back then, Si Xiaonan was just a seemingly harmless “Pool” realm young woman, but now the pressure emanating from her body was already at the peak of the “Klein” realm.
Did her realm advance rapidly over these years, or had she been hiding her strength all along?
A flash of gray intent passed through his eyes, instantly analyzing Si Xiaonan and Cold Xuan’s bodies. The former had traces of Outer God power remaining, while the latter had a snake-like aura that An Qingyu found repulsive.
These two people, whether in temperament or strength, were no longer the Night Watchers from Cangnan City of years past.
An Qingyu’s gaze shifted to Singh beside them. Seeing the man’s obvious Western features and the cold killing intent flashing in his eyes, his brows immediately furrowed.
Singh’s English sentence from earlier had reached An Qingyu’s ears without missing a word.
Combining the man’s appearance and the pressure of his realm, An Qingyu was almost certain that this man, like Andre, was an Outer God agent who had infiltrated into Great Xia from the Misty Border.
With these three people standing together, An Qingyu took less than half a second to reach a conclusion.
They were enemies,
Not friends.
His eyes narrowed as his right hand quickly reached into his pocket. Several invisible threads contracted around him, already entering battle mode.
Singh’s lips curled into a cold smile as he raised his right hand, about to grab An Qingyu through the air.
Just then, a graceful figure blocked his way.
Singh frowned.
Si Xiaonan stood with her back to Singh, facing An Qingyu, casually waving her hand and saying:
“Put your hand down, little An, no need to be nervous. This person is not an enemy, but a companion I met on the road… Let me introduce you, he is Singh, a divine agent from India, and his goal is the same as ours.”
Hearing these words, both An Qingyu and Singh were stunned.
An Qingyu’s gaze met Si Xiaonan’s, and she blinked at him, giving him a meaningful look.
“You know him?” Singh walked out from behind Si Xiaonan, pointing at An Qingyu in his deep red cloak, asking with confusion.
“This is an undercover agent I left in Great Xia, little An,” Si Xiaonan calmly replied. “He, like this mute, is my servant.”
Countless thoughts flashed through An Qingyu’s mind in an instant.
After a moment of silence, he quietly placed his raised right hand on his chest, knelt on one knee, and devoutly said to Si Xiaonan:
“As you wish, my master.”
Seeing this, the wariness in Singh’s eyes finally subsided completely. He glanced at Si Xiaonan and said coldly:
“No wonder you’ve been deliberately leading me in the wrong direction all along. You had already sent out your undercover agent, holding me back while secretly searching for the entrance to Kunlun Void in this area, wanting to monopolize the intelligence…
As expected of the agent of the God of Trickery, your schemes run deep.”
“None of us are saints, so there’s no need to pretend to be righteous here,” Si Xiaonan played along, giving him a cold look.
In her heart, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Between the scheming Singh, the secretly listening Loki, and a former acquaintance from Cangnan who knew her and Cold Xuan’s identities… in this three-way predicament, every word Si Xiaonan spoke could potentially plunge both herself and An Qingyu into irreversible disaster.
She needed to protect An Qingyu’s life under Loki’s surveillance while also dispelling Singh’s wariness and not exposing her and Cold Xuan’s intentions—this was the best solution she could think of in such a short time!
Fortunately, with her maneuver, the conflict that was about to erupt had been lightly defused.
But she knew clearly that this wasn’t because she was clever… but because An Qingyu was clever.
The moment he heard those words, An Qingyu detected the unusual stance of Si Xiaonan. After all, if Si Xiaonan were completely opposed to him, she could simply join forces with Singh to kill a mere “Measureless” realm like himself in an instant—there would be no need for such tricks.
An Qingyu understood clearly that Si Xiaonan was trying to save his life.
This meant that Si Xiaonan’s stance wasn’t purely “evil,” or perhaps she herself was in some kind of coerced situation.
After understanding all this, An Qingyu knew what he needed to do.
He exchanged a glance with Si Xiaonan, and they both looked away simultaneously. Then he quickly walked to Si Xiaonan’s side, standing behind her like a true servant.
Singh had never been to Great Xia and naturally wouldn’t recognize a Night Watcher’s cloak. He ignored An Qingyu and walked directly to the gap in the bronze patterns, crouching down to examine it carefully.
“The entrance has been opened. Someone has gone in ahead of us.”
He turned back and looked at An Qingyu. “What happened here just now?”
“A man in yellow clothes opened the gap and went in,” An Qingyu paused, glancing at Si Xiaonan. “He was also carrying seven black leaves.”
When Si Xiaonan heard the latter half of the sentence, her eyes focused intently.
“Carrying seven black leaves?” Singh didn’t seem to understand this statement. He shook his head and stepped toward the gap. “We need to hurry too, or he’ll really get ahead of us.”
Si Xiaonan responded with a sound of agreement and led An Qingyu and Cold Xuan to follow closely toward the gap.
Halfway there, she seemed to remember something and said to An Qingyu:
“You found the entrance to Kunlun Void, which is very good.” Si Xiaonan emphasized the words “Kunlun Void.” “Leave a few rats around here. If you detect anyone approaching, warn me in advance.”
An Qingyu was startled but quickly understood Si Xiaonan’s meaning. “I understand.”
With a slight wave of his sleeve, several gray-skinned rats fell down and quickly crawled into the snow.
Singh didn’t notice anything. At this moment, his attention was entirely on the gap in the bronze patterns. He took a step forward, and his figure disappeared into the illusory light.
Si Xiaonan, An Qingyu, and Cold Xuan followed closely behind.
After the four had disappeared, those gray-skinned rats that had crawled into the snow emerged one after another. Even though their bodies were almost frozen by the low temperature and blizzard, they still crawled rapidly across the snow, tracing out a line of conspicuous text.
After completing the final stroke, the gray-skinned rats collapsed in the snow. The extreme cold mercilessly deprived them of their heartbeats, leaving them completely rigid and lifeless.
