Yet just as that head flew up, it suddenly changed shape. It was also a young man's face, but not Lin Su's—it was unmistakably Holy Son Li Haoyue's.
The Great Elder was completely stunned at the sight of Li Haoyue's head.
The other elders were completely stunned as well.
When the sun had set that day, Lin Su had held the Holy Son's Primordial Spirit dancing on his fingertips and told everyone in a breezy tone, "As for where the Holy Son's body was buried, I do not know either."
At the time, he had conveyed one message to everyone: Li Haoyue's physical body had perished.
But now, the answer was revealed. That body had never perished, nor had it been hidden. It had been right before them all along...
A butterfly fluttered into the air, eerily passing through the golden lattice overhead. It danced behind the golden web as Lin Su's laughter came from its mouth. "Li Tianqing, remember this. Your sect's Holy Son Li Haoyue was killed by your own hand. You must bear witness for this inspector—I am rather afraid the Sect Master will seek revenge on me for killing her son!"
Li Tianqing abruptly looked up, blood-red light wildly surging in his eyes.
They had fallen for it again and again and again...
No wonder the brat had gone to West Peak so readily, chatted with them so casually, and provoked them so wildly to their faces. There was only one reason: he had possessed Reincarnation Holy Son Li Haoyue.
He did not care in the slightest if others killed him.
He had even created the conditions for the Great Elder to personally chop off his head and smash his body into a lump of mud.
And while everyone was collectively dumbfounded over mistakenly killing the