The three words spoken from Fate Crane's mouth left Canmeng silent.
Fate Crane brushed past her without pausing, his expression icy.
"Because of the Heavenly Dao?"
Canmeng asked.
Given Heshou's strength, only being noticed by Earth's Heavenly Dao could have gotten him killed.
"No, it was that traitorous disciple!"
Fate Crane's cold voice carried over, devoid of even a trace of emotion.
Canmeng's eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief.
The only person Fate Crane could call his disciple was Yang An.
But Yang An had been sent to Earth. With his strength, how could he possibly have killed Heshou?
More importantly, Yang An had always been under Fate Crane's control. Fate Crane, who had always planned without a single miscalculation, had actually stumbled into the gutter.
Did this mean that an error had appeared in the crucial link of Yang An within their plan, and that Yang An had broken free of Fate Crane's control?
"He should not have betrayed us."
"He belongs to the Heavenly Dao!"
"..."
Canmeng was instantly rendered speechless. This was a reason she had never imagined.
Suddenly, she felt that they had turned cleverness into clumsiness, personally sending Yang An to the place where he should have gone.
"This was your mistake. You should have told us beforehand."
Canmeng thought of something. Fate Crane had concealed this matter from them.
The moment those words left her mouth, Fate Crane abruptly stopped.
The next instant, an invisible force suddenly exploded from Canmeng's body, blasting her into fragments. Blood splashed everywhere and flesh flew through the air, even staining the giant tree's trunk blackish-red.
"This was only a conjecture, and also why I had it follow that traitorous disciple there—merely to verify it.
"Besides, whatever I intend to do, you need only listen."
Fate Crane's silhouette