Showdown
"Me?"
Yu Ci did not know what expression he should put on.
He Qing did not look at him, however, still staring at the faint monk's back in the rain and mist, filtering those eight threads rapidly in her mouth. "According to Shizhen, the ghost beast's wits were deranged, and it is already dead, so we may set it aside for now; those demons and ghosts harbor schemes in the open, which holds little meaning; Wanling Sect's Hu Ke and Xu Ji were successively tied to the ghost beast, but to date, their actions have been thoroughly unremarkable, and the Wusheng Sword Sect is likewise, so we need not speak of them; the Bai Ri Mansion was extremely active at first, and Tu Du even resorted to the Shadow Demon Art, bearing heavy suspicion, yet Jin Huan had ties to the Sunset Sect and stood ever in the open, so after the massacre of his sect, we need not mention him again; the Xuan Yin Sect merely manipulated puppet strings, and we may pass over them; as for the Jingshui Altar, that may be reckoned together with Lu Mingyue, as for you..."
Yu Ci listened in a daze. During this time, he had been running around for Yu Zhou's life-extending treasure, and had long since paid little attention to the turmoil in the Sky Rift Valley. Yet clearly, He Qing, or rather the Li Chen Sect, had never given up on pursuing the investigation into this turmoil.
What shocked him even more was that He Qing had used the simplest method of elimination to peel away the layers of these clues, separating them cleanly in the blink of an eye. Moreover, he noticed that the female cultivator's analytical process happened to be sorted by the weight of suspicion; so,