Watching the powerful figures leave, the octopus-faced man from the Sea Monster Society who remained behind felt dizzy. "What the hell is going on? I only came to get a little revenge—how is that Black Scale brat this terrifying?"
After cursing a few times, the octopus-faced man hurried away as well, leaving only the people of Cloud Burial City still discussing the matter in every direction.
Elsewhere...
Purple Bamboo had long since left Cloud Burial City.
She murmured softly, "Those bamboo slips really did have a problem. That peak Four Symbols cultivator held out for quite a while before he became unable to speak, but after being struck by the second bamboo slip, the original target died immediately."
Feng Shixian had previously pretended to stop breathing, so Purple Bamboo naturally believed that Feng Shixian was dead.
"But there's something strange about it..."
"Why was that peak Four Symbols cultivator unable to resist even if he did not die, while the original target had only suffered light injuries at first?"
Purple Bamboo was still somewhat confused, still feeling that she had not understood things thoroughly enough...
But then she thought of something and suddenly understood. "Right. Master Xie was beside him before. Could Master Xie have some method to break my master's bamboo slips? It seems I'll have to find a time to seek out Master Xie."
At last, Purple Bamboo had an explanation in her heart.
"That Black Scale brat seems rather special. Why do so many powerful people want to kill him, and why are they all being so careful about it?"
After calming down, Purple Bamboo began to feel puzzled again.
"Forget it. What the hell does it have to do with me? Causing panic is enough."
"First, I'll return to Purple Dust Pavilion. Everyone should have