Tang San Returns from the Grave

"I... I don't know!"

Qian Renxue was completely stunned, her mouth slightly agape and her eyes full of disbelief.

She had never imagined that the sect master of the Sacred Spirit Sect, foremost among the Upper Three Sects, was actually allied with their Spirit Hall—and was even her senior sister!

The news exploded in her mind like thunder, leaving her unable to react for a moment.

"There's really nothing surprising about it."

"This old man took several disciples back then. If even one or two of them survived, their cultivation would have reached that level."

"The only trouble now is that we can't find any trace of Tang San's soul for the time being."

Qian Cheng waved his hand, his tone as calm as ever.

"It was my fault."

"When I saw Tang San putting on that pretentious act, I couldn't help wanting to chop him to pieces. I didn't think it through."

Qian Renxue lowered her head remorsefully, her voice carrying a trace of self-reproach.

"It doesn't matter."

"He's just a clown anyway. He can't cause any real trouble."

Qian Cheng's tone carried a hint of disdain.

"So, are we ready to close the net now?"

Shui Hanyan looked at Qian Cheng, a sharp gleam flashing through her eyes.

"More or less."

"Those chess pieces we arranged have already begun moving according to plan."

Qian Cheng raised his teacup and took a light sip.

"What... what are you talking about?"

"Why can't I understand a single word?"

Qian Renxue was utterly confused, her face filled with bewilderment.

"Those rats that have been hiding in the gutter, spying in secret and waiting for a chance to act, are truly annoying."

"So I deliberately created an opportunity—one that would make every last one of them jump out on their own."

Qian