"Alright." Dao Xuzi knew this girl meant what she said and doing that would be such a loss, wouldnāt it? He immediately withdrew his hand, "I wonāt look anymore, okay?"
Yang Ruxin smiled slightly, "Thatās more like it. For now, dealing with that black-clothed figure is the most important thing."
No sooner had she spoken, Ming Guang dashed up again.
The black-clothed figure changed the flute melody once more, but unfortunately, it was useless this time. Seeing the opponentās palm wind approaching, he quickly dodged aside and then engaged in a fight with Ming Guang.
However, with just one exchange, the black-clothed figure realized he was not the opponentās match, so not wanting to prolong the fight, he took advantage of a gap to leap away and threw down a black smoke grenade.
With a bang, the smoke grenade dispersed, and the night became even darker.
No one dared to move forward, the smoke was toxic, and by the time it cleared, the flute-playing black-clothed figure and his subordinates were long gone without a trace.
"Letās take him back first." Yang Ruxin stepped forward to look at Tang Kun left on the ground; he was already unconscious.
In the Tang Sect, Yu Qingge was already beside herself with anxiety, and only when she saw everyone return did she breathe a sigh of relief, "Grandpa, youāre finally back. Sister, are you alright?"
Yang Ruxin shook her head.
"What happened to him?" Yu Qingge then saw the unconscious Tang Kun and exclaimed in shock.
"He was controlled by the Sky Demon Sound." Yang Ruxin smiled slightly, "But heās not dead."
"Why isnāt he dead, though?" Yu Qingge muttered.
Yang Ruxin couldnāt help but twitch the corner of her mouth; this question was tough to answer.
But Yu Qingge didnāt expect anyone to answer, instead, she posed another question, "Is it because of the Sky Demon Sound that he keeps changing?"
"Very likely." Yang Ruxin furrowed her brows, "After all, the Sky Demon Sound can control oneās mind, and that black-clothed man was clearly here to control Tang Kun."
"So youāre saying Tang Kun can be trusted?" Yu Qinggeās eyebrows knitted higher, obviously resistant to this possibility.
"I never said that." Yang Ruxin gave Yu Qingge a sidelong glance, "I just said the effects of the Sky Demon Sound, I never said Tang Kun was innocent." Instead, it made her more suspicious.
"As long as you donāt trust him." Yu Qingge sighed a breath, "Anyway, I donāt trust him, and I donāt know what grandfather is thinking either."
"You should have confidence in Grandpa Tang." Yang Ruxin smiled slightly, in the beginning, she didnāt understand why Tang Wanqian tacitly agreed when the enemy showed weakness, but now she understood, because back in the day, Tang Wanqian imparted all his skills to Tang Kun, including the trapping arts. The Tang Sect had many mechanisms left by ancestors, but over the past decade, Tang Kun had modified some.
Before their return, they were prepared for a fight to the finish, but now since thereās a way to maneuver, and it can protect the Tang Sect, thereās no need to turn against them directly.
In other words, if the opponent wanted to perform, then just cooperate for now. As for the outcome, they would see.
"Iām exhausted, off to sleep." Dao Xuzi yawned and left with Ming Guang.
"Go rest, weāll deal with it tomorrow." Gu Qingheng glanced at the slightly pale horizon, and squeezed Yang Ruxinās hand.
"Okay." Yang Ruxin squeezed back, then pulled Yu Qingge back to their room.
Gu Qingheng asked someone to place Tang Kun in his own room, watched for a while, then turned and walked out, glancing at the others like Gu Qiao, "Everyone, go to sleep."