Paper could not wrap up fire. Half a day later, the looting of the Waste Pill Room finally came to light.
At that moment, in a certain pavilion at the very summit of Golden Core Peak, seven or eight cultivators were gathered together, discussing something.
These cultivators included both men and women, and their ages varied as well, but their cultivation had all reached Lihe Realm. Though Golden Core Peak had declined and was at a moment when the old had withered and the young had yet to ripen, it merely lacked Dongxuan Realm cultivators; there were still quite a few Lihe-level existences.
Far more than the few people before them, in fact. It was just that most were in seclusion, painstakingly cultivating, while the seven or eight here had official duties and had no choice but to handle the peak's daily affairs.
Seated at the head was an old man dressed in gray, at the late Lihe Realm. Though his appearance was withered, his eyes were extraordinarily lively. He was precisely Golden Core Peak's acting peak master.
The very Grandmaster Wan whom Lin Xuan had once used to frighten Luo Yunjie.
"Regarding the matter of the Waste Pill Room, do you junior brothers have any views?" The withered-faced old man swept his gaze over those below and slowly spoke.
"Hmph, does that even need saying? The corpse left in the Waste Pill Room was clearly a disciple of our sect, only someone had planted the Substitute Demon Corpse Technique on him. And looking across Tianshuang Prefecture, the only ones who know such a vicious secret art are the Heavenly Corpse Sect. Other than cultivators of that sect, who else could have stolen the waste pills?" The indignant voice of a sallow-faced big man entered their ears. This man was