Holding Such a Grudge
Everything happened far too quickly.
At this moment, Ding Songyao's eyes were filled with shock and uncertainty.
The cultivation world was rife with deception and intrigue. This was a concept the seniors and elders of her sect had drilled into her from the day she embarked upon the Path of Immortality.
She knew that this was simply how the world was.
One moment, everyone could be chatting merrily, addressing one another as fellow Daoists.
The next, blades would be drawn, and they would fight to the death.
Yet this was the first time Ding Songyao had ever witnessed a scene like this.
Because that senior in the gray Daoist robe seemed more like he had calmly gone to his death.
Why?
Though half his body had already been blasted to pieces, for a Divine Ability Realm cultivator, that was by no means a fatal wound.
No matter how hard she thought about it, Ding Songyao could not understand why that senior in gray Daoist robes had willingly chosen to die under such circumstances.
Inkstone was dead.
Yet Bamboo Heart and Wordless Silence, who had only just been fighting at his side, did not even spare the severed corpse a proper glance.
The two stepped over the body on the ground and walked toward Ding Songyao and Tang Chen.
The tall young man still gripping the broad greatsword looked at the two Divine Ability Realm cultivators approaching him, his expression becoming even more guarded than before.
That was right—these people had indeed saved him and his junior sister.
But what was their purpose?
The Thousand Faces Sect.
It was also a cultivation force Tang Chen had never heard of.
A cultivation force that could possess three Divine Ability Realm cultivators at once could never be unknown within