Yuanshi's voice sank.
"Her soul is unharmed, her body uninjured, and her dantian intact.
If you had not said it yourself, I would almost have thought it was an illusion."
Tongtian irritably scratched his hair into a mess.
As Laozi spoke, his gaze fell on Su Miao's face, yet passed through her and landed somewhere farther away.
It was as though he was answering Su Miao's question, yet also speaking to someone unseen.
"There is nothing wrong with her. Someone is waiting for something to go wrong with her."
Su Miao raised her head from Yuanshi's arms, tear tracks still hanging on her face.
Yuanshi's fingers tightened around Su Miao's shoulder for an instant. He suppressed his fury, his tone like an undercurrent beneath ice.
"If someone is making moves in secret, then they must be... above the Saints."
The hairs on the back of Su Miao's neck all stood on end.
Above the Saints, there was only one person in the entire Prehistoric World.
Tongtian's playful expression vanished, and his voice exploded through the cave abode.
"That old bastard?"
He turned and strode outside.
"I'll go to Purple Sky Palace right now and demand an explanation from that old man Hongjun!"
Yuanshi slapped the back of his head.
"Reckless!
If you go now, you will be throwing your life away. No one will even collect your corpse."
Tongtian staggered forward from the blow, the back of his head burning with pain. He muttered something, aggrieved and furious.
Tongtian had only been blinded by rage for a moment. Now that he had come to his senses, he knew how foolish his words had been.
Go to Purple Sky Palace and demand an explanation from Hongjun face-to-face?
That would be courting death, not seeking justice.
He dragged over a cushion and