Chen Qing recalled how Luo Ziming had tested him after the disturbance at Tianbao Tower. At once, everything became crystal clear.
It seemed that not only the True Disciples before him were searching for that illusory Patriarch's Legacy. The sect's higher-ups—even figures such as vein masters and elders—had never given up their search either.
At this thought, alarm bells rang loudly in Chen Qing's heart. He decided that he would have to be even more cautious in the future. Before he possessed enough strength to protect himself, he absolutely could not allow Purple Light's secret to leak in the slightest.
At that moment, Ji Yunliang steered the topic away from the Cave Heaven disturbance and asked Nan Zhuoran, "Senior Brother Nan, you must have faced countless dangers during this expedition to wipe out the demonic bandits. I heard that outside Soul Severing Gorge, you personally slew a long-renowned True Origin Realm elder of the Wuji Demonic Sect?"
The moment those words were spoken, everyone's movements froze.
Killing a True Origin Realm expert of the same realm, especially an elder of the Demonic Sect, was by no means an easy feat.
It was not merely a display of strength; it was an event significant enough to shake an entire region.
Ji Yunliang's question was both flattering and, perhaps, an attempt to probe the depths of Nan Zhuoran's current strength.
Nan Zhuoran's expression did not change, as though he were merely mentioning a trivial matter. "Junior Brother Ji is well informed. It did happen. But he was only the eighth-ranked of the Demonic Sect's ten great elders. That fiend had entrenched himself in Soul Severing Gorge for years, preying upon passing merchants and the sect's affiliated forces, his crimes piled high. I was ordered to clear him out. I happened upon him,