"Changan, have you ever thought about something?"
After they left Eight Kings Mountain, Mu Yunyao suddenly asked this question, piquing Chen Changan's curiosity.
"What is it?" Chen Changan asked curiously.
"Back then, your father should have found every part of the Crimson Demon except for the helmet."
"Logically, even if he wanted to make things a little harder for you and keep you from obtaining it too easily, he should have entrusted the pieces to people he trusted."
"For example, the Five Great Elders of the Emperor's Pavilion."
"But judging by the situation now, the Crimson Demon's pieces are scattered all over the place. Never mind places like Qingming Sect and Queyan Sect."
"How did the right leg armor end up in the hands of one of the Eight Great Families? How did they get it?"
"And who has the remaining left leg armor and boots?"
"The Black Banner is responsible for intelligence. Why have they never told you anything about the Crimson Demon?"
"I just feel like something about this doesn't quite add up," Mu Yunyao said, furrowing her brow.
"Oh, that's what you mean. I actually thought about it back then, too."
"But he really wasn't very reliable in the way he did things—or, rather, he did whatever he pleased."
"It doesn't make sense, but it's definitely something he would do."
"So I didn't give the matter any serious thought."
"Whoever has the pieces, I'm afraid no one can stop the Ancient Forbidden Land from opening now."
"Once the bow is drawn, there's no turning back. Besides, that arrow has been flying for a long time already."
"When the time comes, we'll naturally get word."
"Let's go. We should head to Moonfall Villa first. We've already wasted quite a bit more time."
Seeing Chen Changan put it that