The clones were still slaughtering Demonic Beasts in the valley.
Bai Yujun found a chair and sat down to enjoy some fresh fruit, glaring at the old gentleman with an unpleasant expression. All she wanted to know now was whether the King of Chu had collaborated with the Demonic Beasts or had foolishly been used by them. Both possibilities seemed highly likely.
She ate a bunch of grapes, spitting out the skins, then looked at the old gentleman.
"Speak. Did you know there were Demonic Beasts in the valley, or were you being used by them? Don't lie. I can tell truth from falsehood by your heartbeat and the speed of your blood flow."
The old gentleman appeared calm, but his heart was racing. His body temperature briefly rose from the rapid pounding of his heart.
Bai Yujun worried that he might suddenly drop dead from being too nervous and agitated.
"This old man truly didn't know..."
"Very well. I won't kill you, but you know how severe the consequences of excavating a dragon vein are. Even a minor dragon vein cannot be tampered with recklessly. You won't be able to keep your remaining eye or leg. You'll spend the rest of your life lying in bed. Why suffer this hardship?"
"I... sigh..."
That sigh carried endless bitterness and helplessness. The old fortune-teller suddenly felt the intact leg growing more and more painful, while the vision in his one eye gradually blurred...
The cultivator surnamed Zhang said nothing further, kneeling on the ground with a deathly pale face.
Rumble—!
The clear sky suddenly filled with dark clouds, wild winds, and lightning.
There were not many Demonic Beasts in the valley. As the clones encircled and pursued them, their numbers dwindled. Killing a clone at most meant seeing a burst of