Su Fan returned to the inn and quietly sat cross-legged on the mottled bamboo mat.
The dusk, thick as ink that would never melt, slowly seeped through the gaps in the window lattice, bathing everything inside the inn in a gloomy, sinister darkness.
His gaze instinctively drifted toward the window. The swaying lanterns cast a dim yellow glow, projecting shadows onto the blue-brick wall like hideous monsters baring their fangs and claws.
Just then, the Communication Formation Disk at Su Fan's waist began to vibrate faintly.
Frowning, he took the Communication Formation Disk from his waist and discovered that the sender was the Integration Stage big shot who had traded with him.
"Did you go to Black Stone Immortal City...?"
"Yes, I just came back from there..."
"Did you engage in battle with members of the Celestial Race outside Black Stone Immortal City...?"
When Su Fan saw the message the other party had sent, he could not help giving a bitter smile.
He had not expected Black Stone Demonic Palace to suspect him so quickly. It had even passed the news on to the various Super Demonic Sects of Archaic Heaven.
"Just after I left Black Stone Immortal City, I was besieged by more than a dozen Integration Stage cultivators from the Celestial Race. I fought bitterly before barely escaping their encirclement..."
"Why did I hear Senior Brother Shuhuai of Black Stone Demonic Palace say that traces of several Integration Stage cultivators' deaths were left at the scene...?"
When Su Fan saw the reply, he was immediately startled.
At the time, he had been in a hurry and had not carefully cleaned up the battlefield. He had not expected those old fellows from Black Stone Demonic Palace to notice the clues.
"Senior, do you believe that? I'm only a Void