Chen Yan had never imagined what the life or death of a disciple named Qian Xun had to do with him.
Even the injuries on Qian Xun's body had been caused by his own attempts to break free of the Shadow Binding Rope.
Li Hanzhou had asked him and Lu Li to come over and take a look.
What could a little Qi Condensation Realm cultivator like him possibly contribute to something like this?
Chen Yan had planned to refuse, but then he thought again. Li Hanzhou seemed to have said—and he had sensed it himself—that Qian Xun had held some degree of prejudice against Outer Court Disciples. Yet Li Hanzhou had never shown it outright.
Much less had he ever argued with an Outer Court Disciple to his face.
Under normal circumstances, no one would go mad for no reason.
And back at the prince's manor, his mental state had been abnormal, too.
Though the Cloud King of the Qingque Kingdom was no great figure before the cultivators of the Empty Mountain Sect, Qian Xun had still made Chen Yan, Lu Li, and the others lose face.
His various actions had been unreasonable from the start.
And according to what Lu Li had just said, Qian Xun still seemed a little strange after waking up.
Could Qian Xun's situation be connected to the various schemes that had been unfolding lately?
After weighing it all, Chen Yan decided he might as well make the trip.
Yuanhua Mountain was as dark as ink, its rocks like cold iron. Compared with Kongyuan Mountain's proud bearing, Yuanhua Mountain felt even more austere.
In a hollow at the summit, the Boundary Abyss lay still like the eye of a giant beast. Its waters were pitch-black, the surface dead calm, like an abyss that could