Twelve Great Halls, the True Incense Realm

"Stop staring. Luo Qi went ahead. That one just now was a fake; Luo Song might well have been taken out somewhere along the way." Seeing Luo Guodu's expression of utter doubt in life, Qin Yang offered a friendly reminder.

Luo Guodu was full of doubts, but he gradually calmed down at this moment.

After standing there and pondering for a while, he took two soul lamps from his storage ring.

One belonged to Luo Qi, and one belonged to Luo Song.

Both soul lamps were completely intact. Their flames burned steadily, their light bright and undimmed, proving that both were alive and well, not even in danger of death.

Luo Guodu secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Luo Qi was still alive...

And Luo Song was alive too.

That proved Qin Yang had been right. The fellow who had self-destructed just now definitely had not been Luo Song.

Yet he still did not understand. That person's disguise had been so difficult to see through that he did not even know when the man had made a move against Luo Song and replaced him, masquerading as Luo Song to slip in with them.

That man had been able to injure Qin Yang and seemingly leave him seriously wounded, yet merely because Qin Yang exposed his identity, he had gone mad and self-destructed on the spot.

Judging from that man's cultivation, it did not seem particularly high, but his strength had not been weak. An ordinary Dao Palace cultivator would likely have died long ago if ambushed by him.

Yet against such a person, Qin Yang had done nothing at all, and the other party had been driven mad by a few words from him.

Luo Guodu secretly glanced at Qin Yang. The wound on Qin Yang's chest had already healed