Dong Xueqi's body, controlled by Sword Lord Qinglan, left the side chamber and hurried out.
She looked around and found that Chen Changming was nowhere outside.
"Where is he?"
Suspicion crossed her face. Her delicate brows drew together slightly, and she promptly swept the area with her divine sense.
Her divine sense passed through the corridor and stone doors like a tide, pinpointing Chen Changming's presence. He stood in the stone chamber of the third trial, his back to the corridor entrance, seemingly lost in thought.
Dong Xueqi made no sound. Concealing her presence, she quickly crossed the corridor and entered the third trial's stone chamber.
A natural smile spread across her face. "Fellow Daoist Chen, I didn't expect you to come out so soon. I thought you'd need at least a few days in seclusion to absorb the inheritance. It seems Marquis Xuangang's art suits your path rather well."
"It does."
Chen Changming nodded and casually slipped the Jade Slip into his Storage Ring, his movements calm and natural.
Over the past day, he had memorized every word of the Undying Xuangang Scripture in the Jade Slip. Every route through which its power circulated, every method of moving qi and blood, and every key to breaking through its bottlenecks had been etched into his mind.
Even if he lost the Jade Slip someday, it would no longer matter to him.
"Let's leave."
Dong Xueqi glanced at the Silver Puppet on the floor and smiled faintly, a barely perceptible meaning in her eyes.
The Silver Puppet was no weakling. If she attacked Chen Changming here after he had obtained Marquis Xuangang's inheritance, it would certainly intervene.
Caught between two foes, she would find herself in a difficult position.
So she had to wait until they were outside to kill him.