Because the man in gray had been captured, more than a dozen people saw the stolen Spirit Stones.
The Spirit Stones were immediately sent into the Spirit-Gathering Formation. The formation here was similar to the one at Luohua Manor: spiritual energy was difficult to gather but not easily dispersed. During this brief period, the reopened Golden Altar Huayang Heaven had not been greatly affected.
Someone muttered softly, "They really are used Spirit Stones. They don't look red enough."
Naturally, someone else refuted him in a low voice. "Be glad there are any. Why are you being so picky?"
Only Zheng, the Jade Sect's manager, curled his lip. Those Spirit Stones contained less than twenty percent of their spiritual energy. How could they merely have been used?
There were not many people with his discerning eye. Everyone knew Spirit Stones were red, but how red a complete Spirit Stone should be, or what shade of pink represented what percentage of spiritual energy, required not only relevant knowledge but preferably firsthand observation and comparison.
Jade Sect disciples had systematic descriptions of such differences—after all, when using formations, they needed to monitor the consumption of Spirit Stones.
But as for the condition of Azure Mountain's Spirit Stones, it was enough for him to know. If he said it aloud, he would only be helping Azure Mountain prove its innocence.
After this sudden upheaval, Tang Wangsun's expression was truly unpleasant. Much of his bearing as an enlightened master had faded as he pointed at the man in gray and asked gravely, "May I ask which fellow Daoist recognizes this man?"
Everyone looked at one another. For roughly two or three minutes, no one spoke.
Such a skilled expert, yet no one present recognized him. That was rather strange.
But Tang Wangsun did not dwell