Both sides had a motive.
There was naturally nothing to say about Fierce Ghost Sect members killing members of the imperial family, while Elder Xieyun might very well have seen Emperor Chang Sheng's exotic treasure, forgotten righteousness at the sight of profit, and conceived murderous intent.
Yet as for the exact circumstances, he had no way of judging.
Yang Chen made a brief calculation, then muttered, "At my speed, I came through the outskirts and entered Changxing Mountain quickly enough. Emperor Chang Sheng must have died not long ago. He could not have been dead for very long. If he died only recently, then the Fierce Ghost Sect's people should be nearby!"
Yang Chen began calculating inwardly.
Should he avoid the Fierce Ghost Sect or not?
He had a fair grasp of both Li Huang and Luo Xu. With his current strength, even if he could not defeat them, he was quite confident in escaping. Only that Winged Silver Corpse—he truly could not tell what tricks it possessed.
All he sensed from it was an eerie chill. If he faced it, Yang Chen truly had no confidence.
After thinking it over, Yang Chen could only grit his teeth. "I'll leave this matter to fate."
After all, this mountain range stretched beyond the eye's reach. He would simply keep moving forward. If he ran into the Fierce Ghost Sect, then his luck was bad; if he did run into them, then he could only count himself unlucky.
He concealed his Qi and slowed his pace. He crossed dozens of mountain ranges in succession, and half the sky had already turned gray. By the time night gradually fell, Yang Chen still had not stopped. He had finally crossed more than half of the mountain range, and with a single glance from his