"Patriarch Du... what proof do you have?"
Li Yan straightened in his seat, his expression turning solemn.
He had thought this was merely a Yin offender, but now it was suddenly connected to the Ghost Cult. Naturally, he had to treat it with caution.
If it was true,
then it was hardly surprising that the Du family had set a trap to harm him.
"I discovered this by chance."
Wu Yuqing's face was pale as she said, "The clues my master found back then were related to a local country ghost story."
"Shuzhong Zhiyi records: 'Shu is deep and secluded. In a corner of Zhongjiang, there is a village hidden among the mountains, its name unknown to the world. There is an ancient opera stage in the village, weathered and dilapidated, mottled beyond recognition. Yet the villagers fear it like a tiger, calling it the midnight ghost opera, where headless men run rampant.'"
"My master said this was an evil ritual of the Ghost Cult, but after going there, he never returned. My sect also sent people there, but they failed to find anyone."
"Later, I investigated in secret and discovered that the Du family often transported goods near that deserted village. I also found an old man who said that the Du family had left that village back then, after which it fell into ruin."
Li Yan said gravely, "Madam is also one of the Xuan Gate People. Since you had your suspicions, why didn't you inform your sect or report it to the City God Temple?"
Wu Yuqing shook her head slightly. "I did, but it was useless."
"I was born to the outer sect, not a direct disciple of the lineage. If not for my connection to the Luo family, I wouldn't even have had the right