Qian Wantong was arranging the team, preparing to have everyone continue onward. But after Qian Ying's gaze swept over him, a chill ran through his entire body, as if something bad had happened.
He raised his head and looked around, yet found nothing unusual. He wondered what had just happened and why he had suddenly felt so cold.
His gaze shifted, and he saw Qian Ying. However, Qian Ying was no longer looking at him, but talking with several Xiantian Masters from the other families. Qian Wantong therefore felt that the chill just now might not have come from Qian Ying.
In truth, he was extremely unsettled. He felt that the attack on the Qian Family Martial Artists by those peculiar little creatures in the Crystal Cave might have something to do with the ointment he had swapped with the Ouyang Family. Yet this was not something he could easily ask about or investigate. Besides, he had intended to frame the Ouyang Family in the first place, so how could he possibly explain the matter clearly?
But those peculiar little creatures had swarmed over to attack his own team, which meant there was definitely a problem.
Still, he had handled the underhanded method of adding something to the ointment very cleverly. It could even be said that he had personally added it himself. Yet he had not expected that the Ouyang Family should have used the ointment as well, while nothing had happened to them.
Meanwhile, the Qian Family team had been attacked by the little creatures. Something was clearly wrong. Could he have mixed up the ointment that had been tampered with earlier? Had the Qian Family members used it instead?
That was impossible, wasn't it? He had kept his eyes on that jar of ointment the entire time