Outside Red Immortal City, Lin Junsi watched with a sinister expression as Zou Wanqing, Wu Minghui, and the others swept off down the street and disappeared.
Lin Junsi's expression grew even darker.
Naturally, he did not believe Wu Minghui's words. Wu Minghui was the young sect master of the Misty Rain Sect, a Body Integration Faction just like his own Baleful Spirit Sect.
How could its young sect master possibly be a wastrel infatuated with beauty?
"Let's go back to the palace. Also, have Chen Yu come see me!" Lin Junsi said.
He then flew straight to his palace residence in Red Immortal City.
Upon entering his room, he saw eighteen candle flames still flickering.
He took out a special sandalwood incense and placed it in the central incense burner, then brought out a bronze mirror. As he activated it with a spiritual technique, a scene inside Zou Wanqing's palace appeared within it.
Yet all he could see was Zou Wanqing sitting in meditation.
He neither spoke nor took out any treasures.
Nor had Wu Minghui summoned him.
But precisely because of this, Lin Junsi became increasingly convinced that an unspeakable secret lay behind it all, and his expression grew ever more twisted and ugly.
He easily crushed the supreme-grade spirit stone in his hand into fragments, and its enormous spiritual energy erupted with a considerable rumble.
Yet that rumble arose only around him, without so much as a sound escaping outside.
In the end, it all turned into spiritual energy, which he violently drew into his body.
"It seems the arrangements will have to change again. The Zou Family must be planning to share the treasures with the Misty Rain Sect," Lin Junsi muttered.
He would rather believe the possibility than dismiss it.
Only after the spiritual message vanished