A hundred breaths earlier.
Chen Daozai looked at Lu Ya, calm and unhurried on the stone plaza, then at Ning Zhongzi, safe and sound. At last, he let out a breath, disengaged Immortal Release mode, and released the die in his palm, which he had nearly crushed.
The Medicine Canon Pavilion was actually an old tower that remained sealed year-round. Its collection consisted of ancient texts no one could decipher, and Ning Zhongzi had unprecedentedly chosen to come consult them only today.
It was indeed a pity that the Medicine Canon Pavilion had been destroyed, but thankfully, no one had been hurt.
Fan Ni had not been wrong. If Ning Zhongzi had truly died in the White Lotus Sect, then with Lu Ya's fabled way of doing things, he would never let the matter rest. The White Lotus Sect would never know peace again.
Chen Daozai felt there was something strange about this.
He had once crossed paths with Lu Ya over a wager. He had only thought the boy's gambling skills were divine, yet he had never sensed any spiritual pressure from him.
Though he had guessed at his strength, he truly had not expected him to be capable of saving someone from formation lightning at the Nine-Star Immortal Venerable realm.
Even if he possessed such strength, when had he come to the White Lotus Sect?
Could he have been lying in ambush at the Medicine Canon Pavilion all along?
And in that instant just now, he seemed to have sensed someone frantically stuffing books into a spatial ring...
What sort of medicine was this boy selling in his gourd?
Combined with the mountain-protecting grand formation's abnormal operation, Chen Daozai vaguely felt that something was amiss.
The calamity he feared did not seem to be the destruction of the