Venerable Shengtian

"Is there no way to prevent it?" Luo Qingqing could not help worrying about Jinxia City.

"No," the youth spread his hands. "Even those infected will not realize they have changed—if you try to treat them during the infection stage, they will inevitably see you as an enemy. In other words, you think something is wrong with them, but they think you are the one who has gone mad."

Luo Qingqing fell silent. She had already realized one possibility.

"That's right," Wang Sha saw through her thoughts. "It destroys trust. Even the closest of friends can turn into bitter enemies. So, to lessen that pain, it is best to kill them outright the moment you notice the infection—"

Luo Qingqing clenched her fists slightly.

It was difficult for her to imagine a day when she would have to turn Dragon Scale upon the few companions she had left.

But Wang Sha abruptly changed the subject, and his lowered voice became light again. "Of course, infecting Qi Sense Users requires an opportunity. Though we still do not understand how this effect is achieved, it is not as simple as the spread of a plague. In any case, the ring can ensure that we notice the infected, while one's own will may be the key to resisting infection."

This was undoubtedly crucial intelligence.

Luo Qingqing thought to herself that, no matter how much truth there was in his words, she ought to send news of the infected to Jinxia—preferably along with a ring.

She also had to learn how to check for infection. If Fei Nian was truly infected, was Her Highness the Princess still herself? What if Xia Fan brought back the Son of the Holy Spirit who could cure Ning Wanjun, only to find that Her Highness had already become