"Oh? You only know the women?" Li Mufan asked, extremely curious.
"I wouldn't say I knew her. She was the ghost midwife who delivered me, a Ghost Emperor-level existence. She killed Yan Zihua, the Grand Elder of the Purple Sovereign Sect, to protect me during this period." I didn't hide anything. In any case, Li Poxiao or Sun Chongyang had already told him about it.
"Hmm, Poxiao did tell me about this. It seems she wasn't someone who knew you, either. The deceased was a Grand Elder of Maoshan's Southern Branch, and the whole affair is very strange. It seems to be connected to the Blood Cloud Coffin. Forget it. At your level, knowing about it would do you more harm than good. That male ghost does have some ability, though. He actually managed to escape my void Sword Qi." Li Mufan frowned, then walked toward the scene below. It seemed there was still some cleanup to do.
Killing someone inside the Taiji Sect was like plucking a senior general's head from amid a million troops. I suddenly thought of my little nephew. Where had that little fellow gone?
Just because something didn't concern me didn't mean I could meddle in it. I sat on the bed and continued cultivating. Li Poxiao fell straight asleep, while Sun Chongyang returned to his dormitory.
I cultivated until morning, then prepared to visit Aunt Xia. After asking about the situation, I would head down the mountain. There were still many matters to deal with, and those two ancient books still had to be found.
When I got up, Li Poxiao got up as well. This time, I ignored him and went straight to the thatched cottage in the secluded courtyard behind the mountain.
It was Xia Canglan's little thatched cottage. Unlike the other