Ku Daozi looked at Chen Changan as if he were looking at a dead man.
Chen Changan was far too confident—so confident that he'd become arrogantly ignorant.
He clearly possessed so many sacred weapons, yet had given them all to other people without even keeping one for himself.
If he'd run into anyone else, Chen Changan might still have had a chance. But as luck would have it, he'd run into Ku Daozi.
At the thought, Ku Daozi couldn't hold back the corners of his mouth from curling up.
"It's over!"
"Chen Changan was far too careless."
"His luck really is terrible. He has no sacred weapon, and he just had to run into Ku Daozi."
"Exactly. Ku Daozi has a sacred weapon and is a top-tier powerhouse. Chen Changan doesn't stand a chance."
"If Chen Changan dies, the Miracle Treasure Pavilion will be left without a leader. Won't that plunge it into internal strife?"
"But why do I get the feeling the people from the Miracle Treasure Pavilion don't care at all?"
"Yeah, why are they so calm?"
Everyone noticed how calm the people from the Miracle Treasure Pavilion were, as if they weren't worried in the least about whether Chen Changan lived or died.
What was the reason?
Wasn't Chen Changan the Pavilion Master of the Miracle Treasure Pavilion, its central pillar?
"Could it be that we were all wrong before?"
"Maybe Chen Changan is just a puppet?"
"Judging from the way these people from the Miracle Treasure Pavilion are acting, that seems likely. But... Chen Tian and Mu Yunyao have an unusual relationship with Chen Changan. Why are they acting the same way?"
"This..."
No one could make sense of it. Ku Daozi was just as puzzled, so puzzled that he hadn't even had time to wipe