The side of a cliff.

Su Yi stood with his hands behind his back, gazing up at the sky. The mountain winds blew past, rustling his blue robes.

“Fellow Daoist, what… exactly did you do earlier?” Po Suo couldn’t help but ask. She truly couldn’t fathom what Su Yi had done earlier.

Su Yi couldn’t help but laugh. “If even you don’t understand, do you think the Nine Serenities Netherworld Crow’s brain will be up to the task?”

Po Suo was stunned, but she was finally starting to understand. “You’re deliberately misleading it to lure it out?”

“Petty tricks like this have always been the most useful,” said Su Yi. “After all, as you said, the crow is crafty and alert. If it senses a threat, it’s sure to flee right away. If I want it to show itself, I naturally can’t alarm it.”

He paused, then continued, “Of course, if all I did was place a pathetic trap like that, the crow naturally would disdain to even look at it. That’s why I used the deer’s rotting corpse to provoke it.”

“Everyone fears nothing more than failing to escape it in time, yet I’m doing the exact opposite. What do you think the bird will think about that?”

Po Suo said instinctively, “It’ll naturally wonder, but...