Inside the Blood Dripping Cave.
The air seemed to have frozen.
Bi Yao was still caught up in Ye Xuan's wild words from moments ago, her expression dazed.
This man was a lunatic.
Absolutely.
How could such a rigid place as the Qingyun Sect have taught a disciple who defied all convention?
Ye Xuan ignored Bi Yao's probing gaze. His attention was fixed entirely on the line of writing on the stone wall.
[Heaven and earth are not benevolent; they treat all things as straw dogs.]
This was not only a famous line from the Dao De Jing.
In this world, it also represented the supreme truth—the Heavenly Tome.
"Xiao Fan."
Ye Xuan suddenly spoke. His voice was not loud, but it echoed through the enclosed space.
"Huh?"
"Senior Brother, I'm here."
Zhang Xiaofan had been staring blankly while clutching the Firewood Stick. At the sound of Ye Xuan's voice, he jolted.
"Memorize all of this."
Ye Xuan pointed at the stone wall, his tone leaving no room for argument.
"M-Memorize it?"
Zhang Xiaofan scratched his head, looking rather simple-minded.
He might not have been clever, but he could tell that something about the writing on the wall felt sinister.
He had taken only one glance, and his head was already buzzing.
The Firewood Stick in his hands was even hotter than a piece of charcoal just pulled from a furnace.
"Senior Brother."
"This seems to be something from the demon sect..."
Zhang Xiaofan offered a timid reminder.
Bi Yao, who had been silent beside them, let out a cold laugh at that.
"Idiot."
"This is the unique art of Old Man Black Heart, from eight hundred years ago."
"Others would beg for the chance to learn it, and you're actually turning your nose up at it?"
Though she said