Confidence

"It should be him!"

Inside a pavilion building, the white-robed youth took the information that had been gathered and finally fixed his target on Zhang Qingyuan.

During this period of time,

the investigation had made no progress.

Because of the Hall of Enlightenment's special nature, few people could enter it. Its traffic was indeed sparse, but no matter how sparse it was, cultivators still came in an endless stream to seek enlightenment.

Figures at the top of the rankings, such as You Xiaosheng, who had taken first place in the Inner Sect Grand Competition three years ago, and Zuo Qingtian, who had taken second, had all obtained the qualifications to enter the Hall of Enlightenment.

At first, the white-robed youth's faction had regarded these cultivators as ordinary visitors. They did not think that old fellow would have any dealings with them, nor that he would casually throw out something so precious. Thus, they had not spent much effort watching or investigating them.

Moreover, no one had witnessed the conversation between Zhang Qingyuan and Wu Zhengzong back then.

Thus, no one had traced the clues to him.

It was darkness beneath the lamp.

Yet traces had ultimately been exposed in this unexpected incident.

"Zhang Qingyuan... Tianlie, I recall that you also participated in the last Inner Sect Grand Competition. How strong was he?"

The white-robed youth looked at the three characters of Zhang Qingyuan's name.

He was not impulsive.

After all, as one of the foremost victors of the Inner Sect Grand Competition, and someone who had already been accepted by True Person Mingshui as a Core Disciple, Zhang Qingyuan could not possibly be someone to take lightly.

But it was impossible for the white-robed youth to place too much importance on him either.

The white-robed youth had become a Core