The Long Night Nears Its End

The Flower Master stared at the blade of grass in Nalan Qiutong's hand.

Winter had already arrived. Great snow blanketed Chong Province, and the cold was biting to the bone.

Yet this blade of grass radiated a vibrant green.

"You mean... the Dao of Life?"

The Flower Master was somewhat puzzled.

At present, only two people in this world had grasped the intent of the Dao of Life.

The Chan Master.

Xie Xuanyi.

The Flower Master's pupils contracted slightly. "Could it be that the Chan Master once came to the inner city?"

The Crown Prince and the Ninth Prince had contended for many years. Although the wave of Annihilation of Buddhism within the Great Li Dynasty had surged with tremendous momentum, Brahma Sound Temple had not fallen and was still holding on.

Therefore, news of the Chan Master's death had not yet leaked.

This was the highest-level secret of the Buddhist sect. Even within Brahma Sound Temple's main temple, there were only a handful of great cultivators permitted to enter and leave the forbidden grounds.

"My attainment in the 'String Art' is still too shallow. With this blade of grass alone, I cannot see the karma behind it."

Nalan Qiutong narrowed his eyes and slowly said, "But I believe... this blade of grass is very likely connected to the Buddhist sect..."

"How could that be possible?!"

As soon as those words left his mouth, cold sweat seeped down the Flower Master's back.

With her strength, she could run rampant through Xuanbei Pass. Even against Han Li, she had the power to fight.

But the one person she could not withstand was Chen Chong.

If Nalan Qiutong's guess was correct, and this blade of grass found in the Feathered Camp's tent was related to the Buddhist sect... then did that not