"If Elder Han asks, just blame it on me."
"Rest assured, Lord!"
Gong Xiyin cupped his fists in salute, then turned and transformed into a streak of light, heading into the distance.
The black-clothed youth watched Gong Xiyin's departing silhouette, then lowered his head. A red Yang talisman quietly formed in his palm as his gaze grew faintly complicated.
Just now, he hadn't told the truth.
The Yin-Yang talismans are not merely tools for instant communication; under special circumstances, the Yang talisman can also...
"Don't blame me... Within the Demon Sect, who can truly be trusted?"
"I don't wish to harm others, but I don't want to be harmed either. If you are still willing to follow me, I'll treat you as the Gong Xiyin I know, and that Yin talisman will be your protective treasure. But if not..."
A sharp glint flashed through the black-clothed youth's eyes, disappearing as quickly as it came.
