"Impossible!"
The words escaped her lips almost instinctively; Yu Yanshu had not a shred of intent to believe the person in front of her.
Chou Manlou was unsurprised by this reaction. Without offering an explanation, he snapped his fingers. A thread of Divine Sense spread outward, carrying the distinct cadence of Su Chengyu's voice.
Yan'er, along with my other disciple, is on the way to Qingqiu...
The tone was steady, devoid of any discernible emotion.
But there was no denying it: the voice transmitted through the Divine Sense was unmistakably Su Chengyu's.
Yu Yanshu instinctively took a step back as she listened to the statement. She murmured softly, "Impossible. This is fake..."
"Lord of the Sect, you possess the ability to see through all illusions. Whether this recording is genuine or merely fabricated by me, you know the truth deep down."
