A certain Immortal Island.
Feihua Market.
Baitong Restaurant.
The Great Void Holy Son drank in silence, his brows furrowed.
His head was full of thoughts.
"This is truly bizarre. How did the Shadowless Immortal Emperor and those people of the Shadowless Tribe all vanish?"
"Even my secret art can no longer lock on to them. How exactly did they do it?"
"Did they rely on some treasure to conceal themselves, or is there someone I don't know about stirring things up from the shadows?"
The moment he thought there might be someone stirring things up in secret, he could not help thinking of Zhen Jiu, who had already disappeared for a very long time.
That fellow had originally been held tight in his grasp, and there was even a special mark he had left on him. No matter how far apart they were, he could easily lock on to his location.
But ever since Zhen Jiu had left Kunhuang Island, he had vanished in an eerie fashion.
Even the special mark he had left inside Zhen Jiu's body had been shattered and erased, without the slightest trace remaining.
He did not believe Zhen Jiu had managed that by his own ability.
If Zhen Jiu had that kind of ability, how would he ever have been targeted by him and become a chess piece he used to create this storm?
He could be certain that someone was helping Zhen Jiu from the shadows.
It was just that he did not know who this person was, and he could not deduce it either.
He also did not know whether this fellow had already seen through his entire scheme, and then gone to find the Shadowless Tribe.
But this feeling of the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind, truly made