"Someone's been here, and they even sent the gu insects flying back. There were probably five or six of them. Tian-ge, do you have some other enemies? Did they really have to break into the house?" Miao Xiaoli mused.
"We have quite a lot of belongings inside. Could thieves have wanted to steal something?" Han Shanshan had plenty of things, so she thought someone had come to steal them.
"It shouldn't be that. Let's first check who they were. If that doesn't work, I'll ask Linghu Ran." As I spoke, I went to search for bloodstains and signs of battle.
Miao Xiaoli immediately summoned the gu insects to check on them. Once they arrived, she discovered that nearly thirty percent of the gu insects had died, making all of us frown.
As for the gu insects, Miao Xiaoli's were a mixture of ghost gu and ordinary gu insects. Their power was comparable to that of an entire city in the underworld, yet so many of them had actually died. It was truly baffling.
"It seems to have been thunder magic. Tian-ge, which sect is skilled in thunder magic?" Miao Xiaoli asked.
"The Northern Qingxu Dao, the Southern Cloud Sect and Qingwei Sect, the Eastern Maoshan Dao, and the Western Hunyuan Sect. Any of them could be responsible." I could roughly guess. If it wasn't the Qingxu Dao, then it had to be the Maoshan Dao.
Zuyun's bad luck should have been dispelled by now, right? Yet he hadn't come looking for trouble these past two days, which had left me feeling uneasy. If he came, that would be easy enough to deal with. If he didn't, he was definitely preparing something.
Maoshan Dao was skilled in thunder magic. The Qingxu Dao was proficient in practically every Daoist art—not only thunder