The sun rose and the moon set.
To avoid being noticed, Han Yi waited in place for an entire night before rising and slipping away quietly.
Yet that night had not been without gains. He had already made a decision in his heart.
As he leaped over the wall, he paused slightly. He sensed that familiar fluctuation of spiritual energy within the courtyard again.
He also had a guess about that illusory pearl. If he was right, it should have been a special magical artifact. Combined with the mirror, the pearl could transmit images and sounds over a distance.
As for why that illusory pearl emitted faint spiritual energy fluctuations at irregular intervals, Han Yi did not know the underlying principles of the spell. He was not a true immortal; he could not possibly know everything and do everything.
Han Yi's expression remained unchanged along the way. Only after returning to his courtyard and activating the array did he finally let out a breath.
He sat cross-legged in the Meditation Chamber and went over what he needed to do next.
First, the prerequisite for doing this was to keep himself completely clear of it. He absolutely could not get involved. As a mere Qi Refining Layer 7 cultivator, if he got caught up in the secret struggle between two sects, he would undoubtedly be left without even bones to bury.
Second, he had to report it. If he had not witnessed it, then so be it. But since he had, if he did not report it, his conscience would not rest easy. More importantly, in the long run, it would affect him as well. If the Mystic Pill Sect collapsed, he would become a Rogue Cultivator and lose the stable protection of the sect.
It was good to enjoy the