"You lot..." Wang Chunfeng watched them trying to flee and reached out with a sweeping grab. "Forget it. You won't tell me anyway. I'll see for myself."
As a Dao Sect disciple, Wang Chunfeng wore a somewhat cold expression at this moment. He could be warm and wholehearted toward his fellow disciples, but he had no pleasant face for outsiders—especially Demon Race creatures covered in fur, hide, and scales, let alone these wicked demons who did not cultivate their hearts.
"Yellow Springs of Wrongful Death, Black Tiger Mountain, an immortal-path supreme treasure?"
A trace of puzzlement appeared on his face. Unfortunately, the memories here were incomplete as well.
The Demon Race of Black Tiger Mountain still held a lowly status, so naturally they knew few secrets. This tiger demon learning of an immortal-path supreme treasure had been nothing more than an accident.
Scene after scene appeared before his eyes.
"Ah!"
Fear filled the tiger demon's enormous eyes. Clearly, it had yet to suffer any great agony, yet the instant the other man's divine sense swept over it, it felt as though threads of sharp Sword Qi were stirring its sea of consciousness. It was as if the entire tiger had become completely transparent before him.
No thought or emotion could be concealed.
Wang Chunfeng was no soft-hearted man. At the very least, when facing these demonic and evil creatures, he had never been one to show mercy.
The scenes unfolded.
"I... heard it... There's actually an immortal-path supreme treasure?!"
"How did Black Wind Old Demon find out?"
"Eh, this old man only heard it from Black Wind Old Demon. Supposedly, that immortal-path supreme treasure caused quite a stir within the Holy Sect. I just wonder whether it will draw immortal cultivators here?!"
"..."
The tiger demon's memories contained only scattered