Several thousand miles away.
Through the Nether-Eyed Sparrow, the Azure Dragon Holy Son watched everything unfold, his brows tightly furrowed.
"She's looking for spiritual herbs... looking for Mystic Dragon Blood Ginseng..."
He murmured, "What does she need Mystic Dragon Blood Ginseng for? She isn't a Body Cultivator herself."
A thought rose in his heart, plunging his entire being into an icy abyss.
Wasn't Chen Shan a Body Cultivator?
Chen Shan!
Among everyone Saintess Qingyi knew, only Chen Shan was a Body Cultivator!
Over the past three years, she had frequently gone out, killing Beasts in Blood Dragon Mountain and searching for spiritual herbs—not for herself, but for Chen Shan, who should have been dead long ago.
But...
At this moment, the Azure Dragon Holy Son could not make head or tail of it—Chen Shan had been taken away by Elder Xuan Yi. By all reason, he should have died long ago.
A demonic giant of the third level of the Fusion Realm dealing with a minor cultivator at the first level of the Void Refinement Realm was like crushing an ant. There was absolutely no chance of survival.
But why was Chen Shan still alive?
Could he have used some special method to make Elder Xuan Yi spare his life?
"It's not impossible..."
The Azure Dragon Holy Son frowned, his expression growing even darker.
If Chen Shan was still alive, then all his previous efforts had gone down the drain, accomplishing nothing at all.
"Hmph. I want to see exactly who you're giving this Mystic Dragon Blood Ginseng to—whether it really is that bastard Chen Shan..."
The Azure Dragon Holy Son muttered, a cold gleam flashing through his eyes.
He decided to continue following her and get to the bottom of it.
Within Blood Dragon Mountain, Saintess Qingyi rested briefly.