Chapter 97 — An Omen
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Yousi's veil stirred slightly as she looked toward Qinglong, and seeing his brow tightly knit and his face grave, she fell silent and then slowly nodded.
Only then did Qinglong feel reassured. He went on unhurriedly, "Third Sister, do not fault me for being long-winded. In truth, over these years—especially since the matter with Miss Bili—the Lord of the Underworld's temper has gradually changed. Courteous and respectful as he remains toward us in daily life, I can see that in his dealings he grows ever more decisive, and his heart for slaughter ever stronger. We are, after all, his subordinates; the will of those above is hard to fathom, and we would do well to be careful."
Yousi said quietly, "Yes, Elder Brother. I understand."
Qinglong glanced at her, then slowly turned away again. After a long silence he said suddenly, "I wonder where Ming Li has got to in the Dead Marsh by now?"
Yousi, behind him, gazed forward. At this moment the night was a vast darkness; the pillar of golden light that had just shaken heaven and earth was gone, leaving only blackness. She could not help asking, "Elder Brother, has the Lord of the Underworld not always trusted Ming Li above all others? Why then has he not told him this time that we would come to this place—nor what we have come for?"
Qinglong turned his head and glanced at Yousi, and said nothing.
Yousi seemed to start, as though recalling something; then she raised her head slightly and gazed into the distance, and her voice came faint and low, drifting on the air: "Something we cannot speak of again..."