Playing Dead

"Failed?"

The Great Artifact Sect envoy had already received the message sent by Pei Wanyou.

The cultivator sat upright at one side of the desk, looking toward another young man in black-blue Dharma robes seated at the head.

Though he looked young, he was seasoned and steady, his expression calm and unsurprised. "The moment Venerable Fallen Flame hurried away, I knew something had happened on Wanyou's end."

"Such a huge commotion, and right beneath the Daoist grounds."

"I'm afraid Wanyou encountered obstruction."

The cultivator said uncertainly, "Could it be that Venerable knows something?"

The young man in black-blue Dharma robes narrowed his eyes slightly. Raising the tea on the desk, he took a light sip and said, "He probably doesn't."

"Then why did he insist on stopping them?"

"There may be circumstances we do not know."

"When Third Lady was in Heavenly Mechanism City, a black-robed cultivator once concealed himself at her side. It was also this person who blocked Wanhong's interception."

"When Third Lady entered this Venerable's Daoist grounds, she used the name 'descendant of an old friend.' In other words, everything should have been the doing of that black-robed cultivator."

The young man continued, "I suspect that person was not killed by Wanhong as he claimed."

"Not dead?!"

The cultivator was horrified. "That should be impossible, shouldn't it? The clan elder is unquestionably a powerhouse."

The young man said, "No cultivator who has reached this realm is simple."

"I will not remain at the Heavenly Sun Divine Sect for long. I must leave the rest to you."

The young man in black-blue Dharma robes looked at the cultivator.

The cultivator hurriedly cupped his hands. "Rest assured, Elder. I will surely get to the bottom of this."

The young man nodded faintly, his expression still unchanged. Only after the