"Was it really that serious?"
Cecilia looked puzzled. "But you said you used your ghost-subduing abilities in front of Chen Rong during the battle at the Ancient Buddha Temple. She didn't seem to find anything strange about it."
Bai Xiaowen smiled. "Chen Rong was an exception. We can't assume the other righteous cultivators will react the same way. Besides, Zhou Wu was a disciple of the Supreme Clarity Sect. If I seize his soul and leave it damaged, the sect will resent it, even if they say nothing."
Early the next morning.
Disciples of the Supreme Clarity Sect came to invite the guests to the Three Pure Ones Hall for a Dao discussion.
The Supreme Clarity Ceremony would last three days. Today's discussion was merely a warm-up. The real highlight was tomorrow's Martial Dao Debate, when the sect's Elite Tier disciples would compete and show what they could do.
Bai Xiaowen could see what this ceremony was about: the Supreme Clarity Sect was showing off its strength to the other righteous sects. It was much like a military exercise back in the Common Era.
No wonder the ceremony had not been postponed over a disciple's mysterious death. The sect had kept quiet about the incident and had not even conducted a large-scale investigation.
Bai Xiaowen had no such concerns. He had Cecilia put on a bamboo hat and veil to fill a seat in a corner of the Dao Discussion Assembly, while he found a chance to slip away and approach someone.
A Supreme Clarity Sect disciple with a long, thin face like a monkey's.
The very man who had called Zhou Wu out on the night he died!
From casual conversations with other disciples, Bai Xiaowen had learned a little about the thin man.
His name was Lu