Zhou Yitang’s eyes slightly narrowed, the moonlight casting a gentle halo on her cheeks. Her expression showed a subtle change, as if she was recollecting—the stubbornness that he couldn’t shake off years ago, which she had witnessed with her own eyes.

Her eyes gleamed with a stream of light, neither nodding nor shaking, still with nothing to say.

Chen Yi secretly let out a sigh of relief. After all, he was worldly-wise. He skillfully diverted any imagination of a night with two women, steering the topic from Lin Wanxiao’s sudden intrusion to the feelings between the two of them, leading to his own suffering from deep emotions but still unwilling to let go of Zhou Yitang.

Experience leads to wisdom. When there are too many entangled women, one often encounters such overturned situations. The best solution Chen Yi concluded was not to explain but to be sincere and timely with deception—in short, seize the initiative.

Even though he was holding another woman in his arms, it was clear Zhou Yitang had already begun to forgive him.

Chen Yi appeared as if he wanted to meet her gaze but didn’t dare, shifting his eyes away.

The moonlit night was splendid, clouds just dispersed, and the scattered starlight spread over the ink-like clustered mountains, dyeing them a colorful dark blue.

Though he wasn’t looking at her, Chen Yi said, "You’re truly beautiful."

"Crazy?" She finally spoke.

"Yes, yes, I was talking nonsense. Although this Dragon and Tiger Mountain has been plagued with blood debts for two thousand years, the scenery is extremely beautiful."

The one-armed woman said nothing, gazing into the distance at the mountain views.

Going with the flow, Chen Yi said, "Master, you and I, two lifetimes of fate, filled with grievances and disputes, have wandered through much turmoil. Tonight, it’s been hard-won to return to the right path, and I called her here. How could I be such a killjoy? If you don’t believe me, you can divine."

His words were so candid that Zhou Yitang lost the mind to divine, trusting that he wouldn’t dare deceive.

A moment later, Chen Yi smiled and said, "Then I’ll send her back first." He didn’t ask further, avoiding any potential turmoil.

"Send her," she said.

Chen Yi slightly loosened his hold on Lin Wanxiao, who seemed to awaken from a dream. It took her a moment to steady herself, and Chen Yi had to support her shoulders.

Lin Wanxiao’s gaze was still a bit lost. Just now, Chen Yi had secretly transmitted to Zhou Yitang, but she couldn’t hear a word. Even if she could, she might only catch half. The reason being, aside from her mother and sisters, she never leaned on anyone’s shoulders before, let alone someone she longed for day and night, making it unbearable for a widow.

"Be careful, walk slowly," Chen Yi advised, seeing her faltering steps.

With intoxication clouding her mind, Lin Wanxiao was momentarily dazed, inadvertently pondering what the night held, not daring to look at him, only glancing around at the sights,

"This place is really beautiful, Dragon and Tiger Mountain really is so beautiful..."

Zhou Yitang raised an eyebrow upon hearing, surveying the surroundings. Dragon and Tiger Mountain’s scenery had always been renowned—now serene and ethereal, possessing a unique beauty.

As splendid as the scenery was, the place chosen to appreciate it was more pertinent, a location Chen Yi deliberately selected. He always paid special attention to these trivial matters. If only he applied this care to the Righteous Path.

As a mentor, Zhou Yitang inevitably sighed, but her eyes flashed with light, watching Chen Yi leave, when suddenly Lin Wanxiao spoke again.

"The scenery is beautiful... Did you wait here specifically for me tonight?"

A sliver of moonlight happened to pass over his head to her face, sparking a flash like lightning through her soul. Dazed, she murmured.

Zhou Yitang squinted.

Chen Yi momentarily froze, choosing to remain silent and pretend not to hear, hoping to let it pass unnoticed.

"Wait."

A chilling voice sounded again from behind.

Chen Yi: "..."

He didn’t stop, almost grabbing Lin Wanxiao with one hand and running, as if escaping with evidence from the scene.

However, Zhou Yitang was faster. In an instant, her shadow-like figure appeared, blocking his path.

"You haven’t explained a lot," she said with a calmness that couldn’t be more serene, "Let’s have a good talk."

Chen Yi immediately felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.

To be sincere and to deceive in a timely manner—seizing the initiative was for what if not to stir her emotions before she figured out the situation, making her recall past affections, thus deceiving the world. But when a woman reacts in time, she’ll want to reason with you.

When she’s ready to reason, there’s hardly any rationale you can provide.

Especially in this matter, Chen Yi was somewhat at fault as he did indeed invite Lin Wanxiao over.

"I told you... it was just a coincidence, a coincidence..."

"A coincidence this perfect?" Without waiting for his reply, Zhou Yitang directly turned to Lin Wanxiao, "Why did you come to find him?"

Seeing the interrogative gaze, the flushed-faced Lin Wanxiao finally snapped back. She wasn’t familiar with Zhou Yitang but had heard vague rumors—this one-armed woman had a deep connection with Chen Yi, one of that villain’s wives...

The blurry drunkenness gave her a touch of courage, and Lin Wanxiao directly said, "He... he asked me to come, he wants me."

The gaze cut like a knife, like a sword, as Chen Yi tried to feign ignorance, saying: "...I didn’t call you over tonight, you misunderstood."

Playing a word game, but the inebriated Lin Wanxiao couldn’t comprehend. Hearing his denial, she blushed deeply from her neck to her collarbone.

"Weren’t you the one who called me over? Weren’t you the one who told me to stop beating around the bush? Didn’t you say... I had no other choice?"

She wasn’t a Martial Artist, adept at secret transmissions, so in the quiet environment, everything was clear, and the one-armed woman missed not a single word.