QingWu came to meet MiYan this time is to figure out what role this troublemaker was playing in the affairs of the Shaman clan.
"Did the old man instruct you to trade with the Western Ghost Emperor?"
"Not exactly. But as for the transaction involving the Resting Soil, your Lord of the Underworld was indeed aware of it. He just turn a blind eye and didn't stop it, that's all."
"Then what's with the Soul-Mending Needle you left on Gu Lingyue?"
"Who?" MiYan was momentarily stunned.
Seeing the murderous intent flashing in QingWu's eyes, he let out an exaggerated "Ah!" and covered his face with his feathered fan, revealing a pair of charming, smiling peach-blossom eyes.
"Oh, you mean that mortal woman from the Nine Li tribe?"
Mi Yan gave her a plaintive look and sighed. "What else? I saw you in the Eternal Mirror and decided to give you a hand."
"Give me a hand? By sealing my ghostly powers with a needle?"
