Deduction

Deduction

The reason they had not put him in the car yet was not only because he could not be moved around before the effects showed, but also because they were waiting for someone.

Before long, a middle-aged man walked over from outside the crowd, accompanied by a bespectacled man.

The man had the air of an immortal sage, dressed in a simple Daoist robe, yet his presence was imposing. Even without anger, he inspired awe.

He quickly arrived before Shen Wuxiao.

He bowed slightly. "Young Master..."

The newcomer was Qingyun Mountain's Jie Se, the Shen Family's chief heavenly master.

Shen Wuxiao did not waste a word. "I want to know who did this. Can you deduce it?"

"There was a fight, and traces of aura remain. I can!" Jie Se nodded decisively.

He then looked at the others. "Young Master, please have them move back a little."

Shen Wuxiao waved his hand.

Everyone at the scene retreated.

Shen Wuxiao stepped back as well.

Jie Se took out a cloth pouch and flicked his wrist.

A burst of crimson cinnabar erupted.

It scattered across the ground.

His aura spread out, covering the cinnabar, while he muttered strange incantations under his breath.

Visible to the naked eye, the cinnabar on the ground began to riot.

Soon, it was drawn into a massive cinnabar Eight Trigrams diagram, emanating a faint, shadowy red glow.

The light flickered bright and dim in time with Jie Se's chanting.

The residual aura left behind by the battle seemed to be stirred by an invisible giant hand.

It slowly began gathering together.

Thread after thread of aura, like gray smoke, streamed in from every direction. First, it circled the edge of the Eight Trigrams diagram, then gradually converged toward its center.

"Aura as the guide, fate as