This aura was the finest nourishment imaginable to the seed of death qi.
It trembled violently, and a faint streak of black light flashed across Ling Feiyan's brow before vanishing.
Her tightly closed eyelashes quivered slightly.
Outside the valley, a streak of light quietly descended and transformed into a lean, white-haired and white-bearded Daoist Robe Old Man.
The old man sniffed the lingering Law Power in the air, and his eyes flashed with brilliance.
"The fluctuations of the Law of Death... A supreme treasure must have appeared here just now!"
His name was Zhao Gan, and he was the Grand Elder of Chasing Clouds Temple. He happened to be traveling nearby when the spatial disturbance in this area caught his attention.
He concealed his entire aura, becoming like a withered tree as he silently slipped into the valley.
The sight inside made his pupils contract.
A young man sat cross-legged, black qi swirling around him. His aura was extremely unstable, and he was clearly at a critical point in refining a treasure, unable to move.
Nearby lay what appeared to be a "corpse" of a woman.
Zhao Gan's gaze swept over Chen Ye and the Heart of Silence and Destruction, and he could no longer hide his greed.
A heaven-sent opportunity!
This brat had no idea what kind of luck he'd stumbled into to obtain such a supreme treasure. But he was far too green. How dare he refine it right here? He was practically asking to die!
Zhao Gan didn't attack at once.
Like a patient old wolf, he slowly circled behind Chen Ye. It was a blind spot, and the perfect position for a sneak attack.
He raised his hand, and a ball of destructive lightning quietly gathered in his palm.
One strike was all it would take